Reeled Him In (Larry Stylinson AU)

Harry Styles, easily the most beautiful man in this world, Louis thought, scrolling through the man's Instagram for the thousandth time. Selfie after selfie, Louis could feel the warmth in his chest start to grow, same with the smile on his face. He would do anything to earn the love from Harry Styles, no matter how crazy it was. I love him. Louis thought. Someday he might love me too. He reread over the comments on one of his favorite pictures of Harry. The dimple-faced boy was standing in front of their high school, with two thumbs up and a proud smile on his face. He was dressed in his graduation gown, how lovely it looked on him. Everything looks lovely on Harry. He thought. The comments on this favorited picture made Louis upset. Many pretty girls and boys commented on the picture, complementing Harry on his accomplishments and his appearance. Most of them receiving happy messages back from Harry himself. Louis wanted that. Craved it, actually. He wished to be the one Harry called pretty. He wished to be the one Harry would post about, expressing his love about him. But, not all dreams can come true. Most didn't for Louis. He let a sigh fall from his lips as he blanked out his cell phone and set it down next to him on his bed. A quick glance at his clock was enough to make him realize how long he could look at pictures of the boy he loved so dearly. Not long after the realization, his sadness kicked in. Louis laid back on his bed, a small creek sounding from the springs beneath him. "Why can't I be Harry's pretty boy?" He asked himself aloud. "Because you're too ugly for him." He answered. Louis rolled onto his side, hugging his slim frame. "Harry doesn't want a pathetic, fat loser like you, Louis. He wants someone perfect. Someone that deserves him. Nothing like you." His own harsh word made his eyes start to well with salty tears. Tears that came and went every day like clockwork now. Each day, Louis would scold himself for not being perfect for Harry. Each day, Louis would make it clear to himself that Harry wouldn't want him. He always tried to think of a solution for his problem, to try and find a way for him to earn the love from someone as amazing as Harry Styles.
Louis decided that it would be best to take a break from looking over Harry's photos, as he didn't feel like crying any more that night. After sniffling, Louis slowly pushed himself into an upright position on his bed, letting himself slouch over slightly as his blue eyes scanned the area for the television remote. After finding it, Louis' thumb clicked the on-button and began to scroll through channels. After a few minutes, he ended on MTV. Many teens his age watch this channel, so he should as well. He checked the guide, reading what the TV-Show he was now watching was about. Catfish-The Tv Show, Louis thoughtfully read. He shrugged his shoulders lightly before clicking, watching the program closely. Instead of feeling bad for the victims of this show, the people who had their hearts broken by these "Catfish", Louis felt different. He slowly leaned towards the television, a dumb smile plastered on his baby-pink lips. He didn't feel empathy for any of these people, he felt inspired. This is how I'll get Harry's attention. Louis thought. I just have to find the face of the right person to do the job.
It only took a few minutes for Louis to conduct a few google searches to find the boy he would be playing as. Niall Horan, teen boy that sings covers on Youtube, and was absolutely gorgeous. He was a bit older than Louis, judging by his wikipedia page, but he looked about his age. Louis screenshotted as many pictures of the boy that he could. Every selfie he found, every fan-taken picture, every photoshoot. Then Louis went into his Photos-app and started to crop down each and every picture. They couldn't be consistent shapes or have all the same angles, as then it would look fake. There was no room for any second thoughts, as Louis was hard at work making a fake email address for his new fake Instagram account. He had to think of a name. Niall Tomlinson? No. Gerard Horan? No. He thought back to the Tv-show he was watching, and thought about the phone calls. He'd want Harry to saw his own name, as if he thought he was actually talking to him. Instead of a role he was playing. Soon enough, he decided. Louis Black. Yes, simple and predictable. Yes, a color as a last name wasn't his ideal choice, but he was starting to get desperate. Starting? Louis, you're creating a fake account to get some man's attention. Louis scolded himself, but he didn't care. He needed this. This was brilliant. Nearly twenty minutes passed as Louis was creating the perfect Instagram account. He only put a select amount of photos on there, as he had to save a few in case Harry asked for special ones. Louis had watched the television show like his life depended on it that night, making sure to be able to color all of his tracks. Even downloading a text-messaging app and creating a fake IMessage account with the email he had created that night. That would be for phone calls and facetimes. He downloaded a few more apps, just in case. Snapchat and Kik, creating according fake accounts to be able to be versatile with his character. Louis had never used these apps, only because he didn't have many friends to contact through them.
Finally, after almost an hour of preparation, Louis felt ready. He got onto the new Instagram account, going to Harry's account and into his Messages, before sending a quick message.
"Hi, I'm Louis!"

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