Good Morals [Larry Stylinson]

Ch. Thirty-One | The Park

[E: ✔️]

"The weather's supposed to be shit, Niall, why are we even here," Harry groaned. "You did nothing for your twenty-first because you're a sad little shit, so, this is how we're celebrating. You told me you'd be out," Niall exclaimed, dragging Harry through the busy park. Harry looked up at the stormy clouds, grunting. "I drank and watched Netflix, that qualifies as something," the man muttered. "Incorrect. now, where's that taco truck. What do you want," Niall let go of his friend. "Nothing, it'll rain soon and they will get nasty," Harry muttered. The blonde just huffed, rolling his eyes. "I'll get them when you're distracted, then. Can't outsmart the smarty pants."

"How are you and Zayn doing?"

"I'm gonna slap you."

"At least knock me out, then, Ni. That way I'll be unconscious. Won't have to deal with you anymore," the man laughed, running a hand through his slightly-tangled hair. "Is that," Niall halts, gasping, "Oh my God, it is! Should we say hi," he bounces on his feet, pointing. "Don't point Niall, it's rude. Who are we," Harry followed the pointed finger, catching who they were looking at.

No bloody way. It was him.

"Mr-"

"No! Don't Niall," the taller boy clamped a hand over his friend's mouth. Niall easily pried it off, "Just 'cause you ended it badly doesn't mean everyone else did."

"You prick!"

"It's the truth."

"Fuck off. I'll leave," Harry warned. "Quit being a petty bitch," Niall rolled his eyes. "Mr. Tomlinson," the blue-eyed friend stood on his tip-toes and waved his hands around. "No, no no no no! Niall, are you stupid? Bloody hell," Harry shouted, shaking his head, panic setting in. There's no way-

"I don't think he heard us...come on, if you don't go I will and I'll tell him how lame you are."

"Please, please don't."

"Then come with me. For Christ's sake just stand there like an idiot if you have to, just don't be rude to him if anything. Right," Niall gave his mate a certain look, receiving a sigh and a nod in return. "Mr. Tomlinson," Niall draws out the end of his name. "Hey," he shouts. Was Mr. Tomlinson ignoring them, or what? "Can't hear us, it's a sign, let's go," Harry held onto Niall's hand, tugging at his arm while trying to go the opposite direction their used-to-be teacher was.

Louis wasn't sure if he was hearing things or not. The first time it happened he almost turned around, but Eleanor was waiting for an answer over the phone so he had to talk. The second time Eleanor was in the middle of saying something and he hated getting distracted from a conversation he wanted to be in. But the third time he couldn't help but hear. "Look, El, can I call you back? Someone keeps calling out my name, I'll call you right after, promise," he hung up the call after hearing a sigh and an "Alright". He turned around and his eyes finally stopped on a bouncing man, arms waving. It took him a minute to register who it was, and who the other man beside him was. The other man seemed uncomfortable, like he didn't want to be there. Which made sense, because it was none other than Harry Styles. And Niall, of course. The two seemed very contrasting at the moment.

Louis waved back, putting his phone in his pocket. He watched as Niall pushed a reluctant Harry towards him. They stopped a couple feet away. "Hey, Mr. Tomlinson, it's been what, three years, wow! How've you been," Niall asks, ignoring how Harry turns slightly and takes his phone out, clearly not doing anything, yet pretending like he was just to keep out of the conversation. "Please, call me Louis, I'm not your teacher anymore. And I've been good, thanks, you," he asked, making eye-contact with Niall. Niall shrugged, "Been alright," he nudges Harry, who grunts, swearing under his breath. "Harry here just turned twenty-one! Such a big boy," Niall pinches the other's cheeks and his hands are batted away, "Stop," Harry barks. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," he snaps, glaring at...Louis. Louis looked away, biting his lip. "Well," Niall looks at the sky, "I'm gonna get some food before it starts raining, leave you two to it," he pats Harry's back. The man gasps, gripping onto the blonde (whose hair either needed to be re-dyed or grow out his real colour) man. Niall just shook him off.