Fix A Heart || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1 - Prolouge

"Look there's Louis' boy", Stan nodded to a lonely table in the corner of the cafeteria. His wide grin annoyed Louis. Normally he liked the humour of his friend, but there were no jokes allowed about "his boy".

"Shut up, Shithead!", Louis shushed him instantly and rammed his elbow in the rips of Stan next to him. "I don't want him to hear us. Also he's not MY boy!"

"But you sure like him! Look at you blushing", teased Stan the clearly, about his red cheeks embarrassed, Louis.

"Whatever", the slim boy rolled his eyes at Stan while shrugging, before he stood in line to get his lunch.

Louis did not like the food in this school. Today there was Lasagna on the menu, but it looked more like a mass of yellow and red mud with a little bit of green sticking out. It reminded him of vomit, and the disgusting smell did not help at all.

Shivers of disgust went down the small figure of Louis, as he starred at the 'food' the lunch lady just splashed on his plate. Louis swallowed a gag, then forced a fake smile at the proper woman in front of him.

A few moments later he sat next to Stan at a table with a few other boys their age. Still disgusted Louis examined his vomit Lasagna, trying to tear it apart only to find out what it's made of. The other boys were watching him amused, while shoving the food in their mouths. Nobody seemed to see the problem Louis had with the mountain of noodles in front of him.

"How can y'all eat that?", Louis exclaimed, pointing with the tip of his knife at his plate. "It's literal dog food topped with sauce which is probably made out of old ketchup, they found in the trash."

The boys surrounding him started laughing including Stan, who also seemed to enjoy his meal. Louis huffed. It was not surprising to him, that everybody liked his jokes. There were not many people in this school, who did not enjoy Louis company, who always goofed around and was the literal sunshine on earth. All the eyes in the room were automatically focused on him, when the rather tiny boy walked in. You could even say, that Louis was the definition of a social butterfly, a people person or the life of the party.

And it wasn't like Louis did not enjoy all the attention he got from being popular. No, he really loved it. He felt like it was his destiny to be someone important someday, so highschool was a good practice.

"You should at least eat a little bit, Louis. The food isn't as disgusting as it looks!", the voice of Stan, the only really close friend of Louis, dragged him out of his thoughts. Although he had a lot of friends, Stan was the only one, who really knew Louis. He was the only one, who knew his fears, his real interests and has seen the goofball sad.

Louis sighed, before nodding. Stan was right. He should eat, although he definitly did not want to. With a disgusted look on his face, he put a little bit of the red mass on his spoon, before shoving it in his mouth, swallowing instantly.

Stan was right. It did not taste as bad as it smelled and Louis had expected worse, but it still wasn't a pleasure to eat it. That's also why it took Louis time to finish his plate. He took small bites, taking huge breaks and rather talking to the other people at his table then eating.

After a while, people were slowly getting up and out of the cafeteria. Only Stan was left to wait for Louis, who still fought with the urge to simply throw his food at the ceiling. It at least looked like it would stick well to the wall up there.

"I know, you don't like to eat a lot, but we should get going... The next lesson starts soon and you had not enough food yet", said Stan, slowly getting impatient. "The only people left are us, and the weirdos." He nodded to a table where a few boys and girls where seated, who did not seem to be able to stop giggling and snipping little things across the table, which looked scarily similar to boogers.

"Ohhh and also your boy of course. That's not a surprise tho", Stan started grinning again in this annoying way Louis did not like. With a harsh slap on his upperarm, Louis stopped Stans' small giggles, but the wide, knowing grin on his face did not disappear.

"I already told you. He is not MY boy!", Louis glared at his friend with an angry look, before deciding to risk a look over to the boy, Stan was talking about.

The curlyheaded boy sat alone at a table in the corner of the room, his nose stuck in a book, like always. The sun was shining right onto his light skin which reflected a soft shimmer on his cheek. His caramel brown curls stood up in all directions and his brows were furrowed, as he seemed to be deep stuck into the words he just read. That was everything you could see of the boy, because the rest of his face, was covered by his poetry book. Except of his school uniform of course, which was really neatly styled, unlike Louis and his friends ones.

Louis forced himself to look away from the boy, and back to his food, he slowly continued to eat, sunk in his thoughts.

Stan was right. He was interested in Curly, as Louis called the boy secretly in his head. He did not know much about him. The only thing he knew for sure was, that he did not have many friends. Most of the time Harry, that was the boys' real name, was sitting alone somewhere, his nose stuck in some sort of book or in his notebook, where he seemed to scribble in a lot.

That was all the information Louis had about the mysterious Curly. Louis never had heard him talk, or saw him look up, or even show emotion. He seemed like a robot living along next to all the other people around him. Maybe that could be, because Louis never had a class with Harry before, but Louis was pretty sure that Curly wouldn't talk there much aswell.

Probably that was part of the reason, why Harry had caught Louis interest. The extrovert was not used to people not caring for his jokes or his presence in general and he did not like it. Louis wanted to have the attention of that boy. About most other people in this school, Louis personally did not care that much, but this specific boy had an aura, who really got Louis' curiosity.

Louis had his mind set, which he obviously would never tell anyone, not even Stan, but he really wanted Curly to like him. And he would do anything it takes for that goal. Literally anything.