Reeled Him In (Larry Stylinson AU)

Louis waited for what felt like days, weeks- years. He felt like he was a failure. This would have never worked anyway, Louis. He probably knows that it's you. He thought to himself. He probably knows it's your pathetic ass trying to talk to him. Whimpering, Louis reached for his phone charger, using it to plug into the cell phone so that it wouldn't die overnight. He laid it on the bedside table, laying back on his bed- an everlasting frown on his face. He absentmindedly reached over, using his fingers to flick the lamp that was on the bedside table off, his entire room now being engulfed into an unforgiving darkness. He pulled his comforter up, as if he was trying to hide from something. He was about to drift completely off to sleep. Let his demons take him in for yet another night, maybe have a nightmare, or another wet dream of the lover he wished he had. One of those dreams were about to start playing, until a soft ding erupted from the cell phone next to his head, the screen lighting up. His eyes snapped open and he immediately looked in the direction of the device, reaching over to grab it and face the screen towards his face.
The notification was from none other than Instagram. louis_black91 has a new message.
He quickly jolted up into a sitting position, speedily typing in his phone's password and heading to the app. He clicked a few things here and there until finally he was staring at a message he could only dream of. He would probably dream about it later that night.
harrystyles: hi louis!! have we met b4?
He read the message over and over, his smile wide. Harry typed my name. Louis thought, before letting out a soft squeal, thinking of what the perfect reply to him would be. He couldn't say yes, as Harry probably didn't recognize him. Why would he? The pictures were all of an amature singer by the name Niall Horan anyway. Before Louis started to type, he got another notification.
louis_black91: harrystyles is now following you
Louis let out another squeal, falling back onto his bed as he gazed at his phone screen. He couldn't help but take a screenshot of the fabulous notification, letting himself keep the memory forever. He clicked back to where the message was, before he started to type.
louis_black91: no I just saw your ig and thought id say hi :))
Once he hit send, he could feel his own excitement practically radiate off of his body. He hasn't smiled this much in honest years, as nothing in his life was too good to smile about. He stared at the screen, waiting and waiting for the next reply to come from his "lover". He let blanked his phone off, laying it on his chest, over his head, covered by both of his hands. He hummed a soft tune, waiting for another message from the boy he loved. ding. The phone sounded, and Louis quickly flipped it up to looked at it. He unlocked the phone after reading the gorgeous notification. louis_black91 has a new message.
He went directly to his messages, seeing that it was in fact his lover who had replied to him. His smile was large, and he didn't want it to ever leave him. He opened the chat, reading over the message he had received.
harrystyles: well hello 2 u 2 cutie
Louis could feel his heart flutter. Harry Styles, the most flawless human being on his planet had just called him "cutie". Just as he was starting to reply, his mind started to speak to him again. He isn't calling you a cutie, idiot. He's calling Niall one. He quickly brushed that off, deciding to rather bask in the glory of the moment being played out right in front of him. He slowly let his lips be engulfed in the large smile from before as he typed his next reply to the gorgeous male, sighing happily.
louis_black91:ur very handsome harry <33
He hit send, biting a bit at his lip. Could this really work? He asked himself, before he shrugged. His eyes glanced towards the red light radiating from his alarm clock before letting out a deep sigh. He really needed to get to bed, as now he'd only get around six hours if he was lucky. Louis looked down at his phone, kissing the screen before he set his phone down on the bedside table once again. As Louis got himself snug in his covered, he thought about the night he had. He was unsure if he should feel ashamed of himself, for pretending to be someone else to get the attention he so craved by the man he has loved for years and years. As he felt himself start to drift off to sleep, he pushed every negativity from his mind. He kept repeating the message, well hello to you too, cutie, in his head. As if Harry said it to his face. Louis drifted off quite fast, the smile on his face wide. That night, he didn't have a nightmare. He didn't even have a wet dream. He had a peaceful, dreamless sleep. Which is something he hasn't had in a long, long time.

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