Larry (8k, T)
He and Louis barely talk the rest of the dance, a few words here and there when they’re surrounded by their friends but mostly they just exchange silent glances and knowing smiles that fill Harry’s stomach with butterflies and his veins with fizzy soda and his brain with insistent chants of “more more more” and “now now now.”
And Harry does want more Louis, and now. But he’s also pretty sure Louis feels the same way. So he remembers what Miss Ross sang to them just a little while ago, and makes peace with the fact that they’ll just have to wait.
He can do that.
He can wait for Louis.
14-year-old Harry is ecstatic to finally be old enough to experience the time-honored tradition of school dances. But with each year that passes and each dance he attends, he’s realizing they’re not all he used to hope they’d be. Especially when he can’t actually dance with the person he most wants to.
Maybe he and Louis can figure out their own ways to keep dancing, anyway.
A 1960s AU inspired by “Treat People With Kindness”
Written for the @finelineficfest. Thanks so much to @runaway-train-works for running this fest and being just the absolute loveliest always.