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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction
  Relationship:
      Louis_Tomlinson/Harry_Styles
  Additional Tags:
      Louis_Tomlinson_-_Freeform, Harry_Styles_-_Freeform, larry_-_Freeform,
      larry_stylinson_-_Freeform, Liam_Payne_-_Freeform, Zayn_Malik_-_Freeform,
      Niall_Horan_-_Freeform, one_direction_-_Freeform, Bottom_Louis, Underage
      Louis, 17_year_old_louis, Italian_Louis, Older_Harry, Top_Harry, 23_years
      old_harry, Writer_Harry, Smut, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-29 Completed: 2018-02-09 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 2033
****** the sweetest thing. ******
by bbypsycho
Summary
     Harry is a 23 year old writer from America who gets the opportunity
     to go to Italy for the summer and stay with a family, part of his
     college final. He goes to work with the man of the house, an author
     who is big in Italy. But instead gets swept away by his son, the 17
     year old angel that’s always laying in the sun by the pool or at the
     piano, throwing out masterpieces like it’s nothing to him. Tanned
     skin and a pretty smile, the sweetest thing harrys ever laid eyes on.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Breifly inspired by ‘Call Me By Your Name’
Italian may be wrong, the dates and what was around in the 80s may be wrong.
And obviously the real lives of Louis and Harry are changed ( their family and
what not). Excuse the errors and please comment so I’ll have motivation to
update!
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Still working on how to jump into this story. Comment if you guys
     like a slow burn relationship or if you want me to start it right
     away!!
It’s the summer of 1983. Harry Edward Styles, 23, student at Washington state
university, majoring in English literature. You could find him with his journal
in hand, his bag heavy with books, writing or reading. That’s what he did,
that’s all he was. It was his passion and in this time, not very popular. The
fact that he didn’t want to be a lawyer or a doctor made people look down on
him. His parents would say that he had his head in the clouds and they’d remind
him how hard it was to make a living out of his, that all he’d end up being was
an English teacher, in this town forever. He proved them wrong when he got
accepted to go to Italy for the summer, he was so happy. Especially because he
wasn’t going alone. His best mate, Liam, was also accepted. He was majoring in
the same thing, they got along because they had the same passion. They were
going to be staying with the family of Luca Tomlinson, an Italian author who
wrote amazing books. He was a big deal in Italy, and known around the world by
literature buffs. This was a big deal for harry, he would be staying in the
mans house, which by what he knew, was huge and amazing. He didn’t know much
honestly, they got on the place and would get picked up by a driver and that’s
it.
Harry was going for one reason only, to learn from a world renown author and
get the experience, no fun, nothing but work. He didn’t think anything would
get in the way of that. They landed in the beauty city of Verona, and though
Liam was here for the same reasons, he couldn’t stop talking about how ‘hot the
Italian babes would be’. Harry didn’t think of it, on this trip, they had to
find sights, write about them, bring a buttload of research back to America
with them and I huge essay at the end of the summer, this wasn’t a vacation.
They found a driver with a paper of their names on it and set off to their home
for three months. The air was hot but good, Washington got a lot of rain all
yeah around and it was nice to be in a different climate. Not to mention
driving through Verona was like how it was in the movies where it’s a manage
and foreign music was playing. It was amazing. Soon they drove out of the city
though and headed up a hill.
“That is not where we are staying.” Liam said as if he was shocked, at the top
of this street was a huge house, pure Italy. Old and colorful walls, big hide
windows and doors, balconies, it was like royalty for Italy. It looked like a
castle.
“I think it is” he smiled and looked out the window as they pulled into the
driveway of this home.
“You have arrived” the driver said in a thick Italian accent. He couldn’t
believe he was here, it was ashamed that he was exhausted from the flight and
drowsy, he hoped he’d make a good impression, the jet lag was already kicking
his butt. They got out and grabbed their bags, the front door opening and the
man himself walked out along with a shirt but beautiful woman behind him, both
smiling.
“Americans! Welcome, welcome!” Luca suddenly yelled and immediate opened his
arms to the boys. He’s noticed here, Italians were loud but welcoming. He loved
it. After some hugs and some introductions, Harry began to feel good about
this, less nervous.
“Let’s get you help with your bags. Louis!” The woman said, also with a thick
accent, Harry learned her name was Valentina.
“oh Dios, Where is that boy?” She asked Luca but he waved her off.
“Strong Americans, they don’t need any help. Come on, come inside” he said,
letting them inside their home. The inside was beautiful and fully Italian like
he thought, the windows and back doors were open because it was summer and the
weather was beautiful. The living room was big and the artwork was so amazing,
a grand piano on display as well.
“Set your bags down, let’s show you the house” Valentina said, they all spoke
very good English but the parents were born here, there’s accents were thick
and it was obvious, he loved it though. They did just that, the kitchen was
great, they had a housekeeper. Both Harry and Liam were blown away. They
stepped outside, out the backdoor and the porch was big, leading down some
steps and onto grass.
He looked out and it was as if he saw an actual angel laying there on a towel
beside the pool, a tanned body so smooth and curvy looking, so tan. Glistening
like whoever it was just got out of the pool. He had shades on, laying on his
stomach so Harry could see the dip of his lower back and then the roundness of
his bum-
“Louis! Vieni qui. gli ospiti sono qui!” Valentina shouted to him, letting him
know that their guests were here. Louis was his name. He was the son, the
seventeen year old. Harry knew about him, he’s read about him.
The boy sat up and pushed his shades to the top of his head, looking over and
smiling, he grabbed his shirt from the grass and got up to walk over, pulling
his shirt over his head as he did so.
“Hi” he spoke with a sweet smile and a surprisingly tame accent, not so thick
like his parents.
“Welcome to Italy”
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     It is a work in progress, and comments really motivate me!! This
     isn’t gonna be exact to the book or movie, I like some concepts but
     don’t get mad if it’s not like Call me by your name at all. Hope you
     all enjoy!!!
Louis was excited for the new guests. Usually they went on vacation for the
summer, and winter. All of his friends usually traveled as well. This summer
they were staying home so he was scared he wouldn’t have anyone to hang out
with, a couple people at most but when he heard that they’d actually be getting
American guests, he’s been to America on trips when he was young, his dad would
go to book signings and what not. But other than that he didn’t know anything
about America, other then the whole English language but he had to study that,
along with French, Italian being his first language obviously. His parents
wanted him to gather all these skills so he’d have a successful life when he
grew up, music, languages, and academics. Sports to, but he didn’t excel in
that category. He broke his wrist last year, when he fell playing footie, and
landed on it wrong. Anyways, he was excited.
They were expected to come that day, it was a week into summer and it was hot,
he had swam all morning and was laying on a towel, on the grass, in swim
shorts. He had some black glasses on to block the sun rays, though he was
laying on his stomach and his head was on his arms, nearly drooling because he
was half way asleep. He heard his mom call his name and looked up, and around.
Quite confused for a moment but he saw his parents and two, tall, clearly
American men- boys. Whatever. Louis wasn’t really vocal about his sexual
feelings or sexuality, it was the 80s after all. But he knew what he liked and
see new guys who were attractive and strong and.... he stopped staring and got
up, jogging over and yeah, they were much taller.
“Hi, welcome to Italy” he said with a wide smile, reaching out to shake their
hands, one had clean cut hair, very buff, tan, a perfect smile. One had unruly
curls, the prettiest eyes, he was paler but he’d definitely get darker here in
the hot sun.
“cara, aiuta a mostrare loro le loro stanze e poi vieni a pranzo” his mother
spoke to him, telling him to show them their rooms and then come down for
lunch. He nodded but the two looked clueless.
“I’ll show you to your rooms. And lunch is soon” louis smiled and nodded in a
direction, waiting for them to follow him.
“My name is Louis, yours?” He asked, looking back at them.
“I’m Liam, this is Harry. You have a nice house, please tell me that we’re
allowed to use that pool” the taller, sleeker looking one said, making Louis
smile and nod.
“Of course, the house is yours too for the summer. There’s a lake close by, a
tennis court. I can show you around the town too, if you’d like. All the great
restaurants and all that” he smiled a bit as he walked up the stairs to the
hallway.
“Yeah, That’d be great.” Harry said, the curly haired one. He had a deep voice,
gravelly.
Louis walked down the hallway, there were a couple rooms. Honestly he knew they
were older then him, mid twenties maybe and he was only seventeen, he knew they
were here for work as well, not just for fun but he hoped he could hang out
with them, he didn’t really have anyone else.
“There’s a bedroom here, and a bathroom across the hall. And then there’s a
bedroom at the end of the hall by mine, connected by a bathroom. So you guys
can choose” he shrugged a bit, watching Liam and Harry look at each other and
shrug.
“I’ll take this one. H, you can take the one down there if you want” Liam said
and Harry just nodded, smiling over at Louis. He had a dimply smile, he seemed
to be he more shy one. Maybe not shy, but like he didn’t want to make friends.
Louis walked down and opened the door to Harry’s room, letting him walk in to
put his bags down.
“The bathroom is here.... my room is through that door. Also our balconies
connect so, we’re basically roommates” he laughed, it kind of went Unnoticed
because harry was busy opening up his suitcase. Louis nodded and bit his lip a
bit.
“Okay, we’ll lunch is soon. If you need anything... just ask” he shrugged and
turned to walk out, grabbing the handle to shut the door.
Okay so maybe they weren’t looking to make friends, he jogged downstairs and
outside to where his stuff was, pulling on his shirt and grabbing his things so
he could go inside and help set lunch up. His parents were already at the
table, cigarettes in their hand and wine in front of them, speaking in Italian
about something, something that had to do with the shop. They owned a book shop
in town, it wasn’t doing well. Physical books were out of style basically so
they had been arguing. His dad wanted to shut it down but his mom loved it.
“Hi” he heard and looked up, Liam and Gary walking in. His parents stopped
arguing and smiled, they were excited to have the guests here too honestly.
“Sit, sit. I’m sure lunch will be ready soon. Are you happy with your rooms?”
His mom asked and Louis knew they should be. He imagined this was basically
like a hotel to them.
“Of course, everything is already so much better then home.” Harry said with a
smile. He speaks, louis thought. He didn’t talk much to him, when they were in
the room.
“Lou can show you around the property too. And the city, it’s easy to get lost
and not a lot of people speak English so at first, you’ll want to have a tour
guide” she smiled at them and at Louis. He didn’t mind, I’d give him something
to do and maybe he’d get to know them more. Maybe it was stupid because he
didn’t know anything about him but, he’d like to know Harry. Liam too but, his
mind was fixated on the curly haired guy.
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