The One With The Nerd || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 7: Batman Begins

I got home at about quarter to eight, and rushed up the stairs to take a shower to stop myself from shivering from the cold of my wet clothes. When finished, I threw on some sweatpants and a jumper, and went back downstairs to raid the fridge, too lazy and upset to cook.

I don’t know why I was upset. Well I do, but I don’t, if you know what I mean. I had no reason to be. I was upset about leaving that boy behind like I did, he didn’t deserve that. But I shouldn’t be upset, I don’t even know him and I shouldn’t care this much. And it’s not like I had to stay with him, or finish that kiss, I don’t owe him anything, so why do I feel like I do? 

The time was slowly crawling away as I laid face up on the lounge in our movie room, staring at the ceiling. I made note of the shadows dancing along to the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside, that had finally started to die down. I leant my head back over the arm of the lounge to look out of the large window glistening with drizzling rain drops, to see who was casting the shadows on my ceiling.

Everything was kinda upside down for me, because I had my head back instead of just rolling over. It was just my neighbour and his wife going for a stroll in the rain, I assumed. They were an elderly couple and very nice, they taught me how to play guitar, and they used to look after me when I was younger and when Zayn’s parents couldn’t. Ever since I was little, my parents have had to go on business trips for weeks on end, and I hated it. I was always so lonely, but at least now whenever they come back, they stay a lot longer than they used to.

But now, I don’t have Zayn to hang out with, or anyone for that matter. Like I said before, I do talk to Zayn, alot, but only over the phone. It’s just not the same. Although, occasionally I will convince him to send me a recording of him singing, so I can add it into one of my songs, because damn that guy can sing. He hits all the high notes brilliantly, and our voices work really well together.

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The rest of the week went by really fast, it now being Saturday, but I still couldn’t get that boy from the park out of my head. Why can’t I just forget him? I’m probably never going to see him again anyway! Although, he did seem oddly familiar, but, like I said; I’ve been thinking about him all week and I just can’t remember where I know him from. It’s a whole new level of frustration.

Something’s definitely there in the back of my mind, I just can’t figure it out. And I’ve tried, believe me, I’ve strained my brain so hard the past few days that it just goes fuzzy then numb, unleashing throbbing pains in my head, I can’t grasp the answer I’m so desperate to find.

But, on a slightly different note;

It had been a strange week anyway, even without the park incident. First off, Zayn hadn’t called me (he usually calls, or facetimes, me every Thursday) so I tried calling him but he didn’t answer, hasn’t called me back yet either.

Second, Aiden has actually been avoiding me, I’m not complaining, just worried as to why. And third, Louis hasn’t been at school, modelling either. I know it’s not a big deal he missed two days, but I just found it weird he didn’t say anything. And it’s also strange not being able to see him everyday...

Okay, moving on! 

Niall and Ashton are supposed to be coming over to mine today to work on the music project, we procrastinated all week, so now we only have two days to work on it. But, stupid idea inviting them to my house, right? Unfortunately, we didn’t have a choice because Ashton’s house was in the process of being renovated, so his family were staying with their cousins, and Niall’s brother was throwing a house party so he could catch up with old friends. So that left my house.