Dedication: purplesigh because your comments are sweet and make me smile! :)
Btw I know that Harry doesn't have curly hair until he's a bit older, but I added it in anyways. I thought it'd contribute to the story better and just find it cute tbh.
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PART I| "When we were younger and free..."
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Harry slouched as he sat on his bed, fingers grasping the flowery sheets underneath him. He hummed as he stared at the selection of clothes in front of him, a finger tapping at his chin. Most of the hanged clothes were either frilly dresses or silky shirts. The rest was mostly skirts, colorful pants and some shorts. However, he had no idea on what to wear.
He pushed himself off the bed with the palms of his hands, and walked towards his opened closet. His small fingers brushed across the clothes, smiling at the soft and slippery fabric. He stopped at one specific shirt, grinning at it and yanking it off the hanger. He let out a quiet 'oops,' under his breath as the hanger fell on the ground, causing a loud clacking sound.
He leaned down and grabbed it, before placing it back across the rail. He leaned up and grabbed a pair of pink jeans, his favorite out of them all and carried it on his arm. He smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, before tossing the clothes on his bed, watching how it bounced against the pillows. He turned on his heel and closed his door, after peeking out and seeing Gemma rushing down the stairs, calling out her name and sending her a quick wave.
He returned back into his room and his bare feet padded across the carpeted floor, leaning up and turning on the Hello Kitty stereo on his side table. He grinned as the music played, twirling in a circle, with his arms raised and a grin playing across his plump lips. His hair flowed from around his shoulders, bouncing up from every step. He remembered that morning when he woke up and saw the ends curling a bit, which was quite different from his usually straight hair. He hadn't liked it that much, always admiring how Gemma's hair was tangle-free and silky and his wasn't.
But, after calling Louis on his home phone and alerting him that it was an emergency, the other boy rushed over quickly. While Harry was pacing around his room in his polka dot onesie, Louis sat on his bed laughing at his misery. But once the waterworks came out, Louis enveloped Harry in his arms and assured him that he looked beautiful, curls or not.
