Paris Changed Us - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 4

Harry, Kendall, Zayn, Gigi, Liam and Cheryl were lazily lounging around in Gigi's bedroom on Saturday afternoon, after a Friday at school where Louis didn't turn up. It had been the first thing Harry had noticed upon walking into their registration lesson: no Louis sat at the table with Niall and the other two members of the "unpopular" group. And he hadn't been the only person who had realised, judging on Liam's outburst of: "Maybe one of his mates fucked him so hard he can't walk, so he's had to have the day off." It earned some laughter, and apparently that made getting a lunchtime detention worth it.

Gigi and the girls were raking through her wardrobe, as she introduced them to her brand new collection gifted to her by her father. The conversations within their group consisted primarily of clothes, money, bullying, and sex: nothing more of less. Pretty sad, really.

"Oi, Louis faggot Tomlinson has a Facebook account!" Zayn called out from where he sat at Gigi's Mac computer, looking back over his shoulder with a humored look. Great.

"Really?" Kendall abandoned the wardrobe for this conversation, meaning it was obviously more important and interesting to her. Harry rolled his eyes when nobody was looking, because this was just getting tiring now, the constant mistreatment towards Louis. Everybody but Harry crowded around the computer as Zayn opened the profile. Immediately, snickers of laughter.

"Harry, why are you friends with him on here?" Cheryl cackled. Oh great, of course they could see Louis' mutual friends with Zayn, Harry being one.

"Because I have everyone who's in our class." Harry truthfully told, with a simple shrug. "Why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter?" Zayn scoffed, gawking at Harry. "Because one, he's friends with Niall Horan. And two, he's a fucking faggot."

"So you're assuming he's gay? How do you know he's gay?" Why was Harry defending Louis now? It wasn't exactly going to make his friends favour him.

"It's obvious he's gay, Haz. Stop backing him up." Kendall rolled her eyes. "Like when you picked his folders up the other morning. There's no need for it."

Actually, there was no need for their mean nature towards him. But he knew what was coming next, could sense the scheme that was being concocted.

"Harry, log into your account." Zayn commanded, logging out of his and rolling back on the swivel chair to clear some space. "Come on, chop chop."

"Why?" Harry whined.

"Just do it!"

Harry rolled his eyes, trudging over to them and clicking each box to type in his email and password before hitting enter, having no idea why he was even allowing them to do this.

"We're just going to send Louis a quick message from your account." Zayn smirked.

Oh no. They were going to see that Harry had already spoken to Louis, just Thursday night.

"Don't!" Harry protested, stealing the computer mouse back from Zayn's scheming grasp. "There's no point, I don't want to be a part of it."

"Don't be such a killjoy." Liam dead-panned, yanking the mouse back and handing it to Zayn again. Harry ran a hand nervously through his hair, stepping back as he found it'd be no use trying to regain the mouse. Zayn clicked onto the message button on Louis' profile eyebrows raising in interest when he saw a past conversation from just two nights ago.

He immediately burst out laughing.

"Harry, what the fuck! Why have you spoken to him?" Kendall erupted, both humoured and vexed. "Asking why he won't accept your friend request!"