The One With The Nerd || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 19: But Wait, There's More

Umm... hi. I'm sorry this has taken me so long, I know there are no reasonable excuses because once a fic starts it can't not have an ending. But.. I so happen to have a list of em :)

1. It's cringy af
2. It's cringy af
3. I didn't know what to write
4. It doesn't matter because this is cringy af

Anywho, I've had a burst of inspiration (mainly because I wanna start another fic), to just get this done.

So sorry for the wait, updates are probably gonna be slow, but hopefully not as slow as this one was.

~♡~

Sunshine. Sauntering in through the window, rewarding my otherwise gloomy room matching my gloomy mood with a proud stream of light. I huffed out a breath in annoyance, rolling over to shield my face under the pillow. Too damn early.

I felt the warmth gracing my exposed back, which was nice, however the bright light was nagging at me to close the blinds. I buried my face under the pillow, almost suffocating between that and the sheets. I eventually felt myself slipping away into another peaceful sleep... that was until my alarm screeched from my bedside table. It must have a death wish, I assumed.

Afterwards, as I'd slowly gotten ready for school, dreading what was most likely going to come, I strode through the halls, avoiding interactions with every living being. Not that that was particularly difficult, I tried my best to do it on the daily. I'd managed to get to school at a fairly decent time, maybe earlier than I'd have liked, but I guess that was beneficial as it reduced my chances of running into people I didn't want to see.

I went directly to the music room, unaware of a certain someone trailing behind me. In fact, I didn't even notice until after Farnsie had given me permission to enter the room.

"You getting some practice in too, Tomlinson?" He queried, eyebrow raised.

I spun round so fast I almost got whiplash. Was he following me?

I quirked a brow, gouging an answer from the suddenly mute lad. He anxiously stared back, bottom lip between his teeth before releasing it and flicking his gaze back to the older professor. "I- uh, yeah. Not gonna deprive me of that now are you?"

I rolled my eyes as he'd snapped back into the sassy character I'd grown accustomed to, silently excusing myself to step into the room. I walked up to the piano in the far corner, vaguely listening to the pair arguing as I sat on the bench and waited.

A moment later, the slight click of the door closing brought me back to reality, as I had been subconsciously chewing on my thumbnail, processing the possible outcomes that could possibly come from being in a room with Louis. Alone. After all that's happened.

I'm probably being overdramatic here, I can't help it, he knows who I am and he is a potential threat to my career. He could jeopardise my position in the music industry, blackmail me to get whatever he so happens to desire, because God knows I would do whatever it takes to keep this secret safe. And not just the 'Marcel' one, if me being gay gets out, I've been told by my superiors many a times, that that would be my downfall and essentially the end to my dream. So, excuse me for worrying.

"Come to blackmail me?" I couldn't help but ask, looking up from my nails.

"No-! I, uh..." he sighed, clearly not knowing what he was even doing here himself. He seemed disappointed, but it looked like it was aimed at himself, not me for a change. "I'm really sorry." He let out, barely above a whisper, eyes trained on his Vans as if he were ashamed.