Okay um, I never came across a Larry fanfiction like this but I bet there are some out there which I haven't explored. Hopefully you'll like this :) .
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"Niall his book is getting published!" Harry squealed sitting next to his best friend.

Niall sighed, "Let me guess it's that Louis guy?"

"The one and only." Harry grinned, bringing his phone in front of him and scrolling through his Twitter.

My book is getting published! The credit goes to all of you guys! Thank you so much for the incredible support it means the world to me!

"See he tweeted." Harry said, shoving his phone in Niall's face.

"Alright, congratulate your boyfriend on my behalf." Niall said nonchalantly, chewing on his chips.

"He's not my boyfriend." Harry mumbled, blushing.

"Same thing, it's not like you don't want him to be your boyfriend." The Irish lad said.

"He doesn't even know me." Harry said, his smile dropping.

"That's because you just freak out over here when he does something, you haven't even tweeted him!" Niall said, his hands in the air.

"What am I supposed to write? I can't just write anything, he's an author Ni , words are important to him. I can't just write anything and send it to him." Harry said, his fingers lingering over Louis's profile.

"Harry," Niall sighed "first thing, you haven't even seen his face and you're fucking in love with him. Second thing, who the fuck cares about words? There are thousands of people sending him tweets with the vocabulary of a two year old girl. I don't know how it makes a difference."

"I don't love him. I love his words and, maybe I like him yeah but that's besides the point. Whatever I have for him, is because of his words. Thus, words matter."

"Alright, so think of something and just send him that. I don't know how much longer can I handle your obsession." Niall said, shrugging.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I've been thinking about it for years and I have nothing."

"Jesus Christ, save me."

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Okay so this is like it. Yeah okay. Bye.