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Stains of Paint-Larry AU

Summary:

Where Louis works at "All Mart" and punk Harry can't stay mad at the black paint covering his favorite clothes.

Notes:

The only reason it has a bunch of chapters is because i can only write 360 words a chapter. SO SORRY!

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Chapter 1: Anxiety Colors

Notes:

You shot in like a bullet,
And all i can see
Are these flashing lights
Surrounding me.
There is no possibility to fight
Colors enslaving my being.
The blissful rapture
Flooding my heart.
By all the saints,
I can't do what I'm told
From these stains of paint,
You've left on my soul.

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Chapter Text

Shuffling his feet on the ground slowly, the rebelious teenaged boy tried to slow his arrival at home. He had nothing to do today, and his mum would most likely query him constantly when he got home. He ruffled his long chocolate curls and pulled at his lip ring. He wore all black, several tattoos inked his skin, and his backpack was slung carelessly over his shoulders. The May sun beamed down on him as he entered his home. "Harry!" His mum chirped, putting down her wet gloves and smiling. Harry just grunted and walked right past her. Anne sighed sadly and continued her work. Harry trudged up the stairs and into his room. He hated his room, he had been to lazy to change it since he was three. It was bright blue and green. The curtains didn't match, and whenever he looked at them it gave him anxiety. Race car stickers bordered the wall; this was the reason he never invited anyone over. not that they'd want to come anyway. He sighed and sat down on his bed, throwing the backpack across the room. It hit a race car sticker, and Harry groaned. He had been dying to paint it for three years, and couldn't deal with this room anymore. It was to bright and crazy! He just wanted it to be a nice calming color. Standing up and charging down the carpeted stairs, Harry decided to get off his ass and actually paint his room. He grabbed his keys and called out "Im going to the store!" He ripped open the front door and slammed it shut. Harry hopped into the black car. He started the engine and he let his mind wander as he drove. Just one more year of school. One more year of torture, then he's free. He was almost finished with high school, which was a relief. He pulled into allmart and slid out of the car, locking it. Quickly striding into the store, He found the paint section. Finally he could rid his room of the anxiety colors.

Notes:

i can only do 360 words a chapter :(