Magic (Larry Stylinson)✔️

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Louis:

I don’t know how it happened but I ended up on a café a little down the street together with Harry. He has a cute little smile on his face when he drinks his coffee. I didn’t really take him as the coffee type but I didn’t either take him for the tea type… He kind of is just a hot chocolate type if you ask me.

I take a sip of my tea and he gives me a smile. We haven’t talked that much sense we got here but I wouldn’t say it’s awkward. We kind of exchange looks that talks more than words… even if I have no idea what we actually are telling each other with those looks. All I know is that I don’t feel awkward around Harry.

I still kind of blush all the time, but that is because he keeps looking at me like I am something special. He looks at me like I could be Mona Lisa which I’m not.

“So what do you study?” He asks me and I smile and take up my video camera from my bag.

“I study media.” I say and starts the camera. I feel great being able to film him without hiding being a wall or something else, it’s not that awkward.

“Oh media sounds cool.” He says and tries to hide his face while he giggles, I don’t know but I feel really close to him and I don’t even know that much about him. I feel like I can be myself and that is a great feeling. I stop filming and put the camera down and he smiles one of those award winning smiles that makes my knees go weak.

“I am a dancer… or I want to be a dancer so I study dance and that is how I ruined my ankle. I kind of always try stuff I know I can’t do because I really wish I could.” He says and he has a dreaming look in his eyes. I feel like he is talking so much deeper than just dance. He is talking about his life. Maybe it’s just me imagine this but that is how I feel it. And maybe I am wrong but I am pretty good at reading people.

“I believe that if I wish and want something enough than I will get it.” He says and he smiles with a sparkle in his eyes, I like that sparkle because I know it so well… That is the sparkle you have when you know that there is magic in the world.

We sit and talk for a while more until Harry realize that the time is 6pm and he really needs to leave. I smile and tell him a goodbye and we part ways. I may or may not have watched after him when he jumped on the bus that would take him home.

The bus my way left 5 minutes ago and I am not going to wait 1 hour for a bus when I can walk 15 minutes and then be home. I star walking with music in my ears.

I smile when I hear the amazing music coming through my headphones.

Harry had this crazy idea where we changed mp3 so we could hear each other music taste. He said something about that music taste tells a lot about a person. I guess he is right, because this music is amazing and so deep.

There is not just about fucking people and shit like that, this is music that save lives. I smile when I hear that a lot of the bands are the same that I have on my mp3. There is not that much pop and that is something I like because I am really not in to pop that much. I am more in to what my sister’s calls dark music.

Well I found a Green Day album when I was a kid and my dad brought it to me and sense then I have been in to stuff like Green Day, Nirvana, Bring Me the Horizon, Asking Alexandria, All Time Low, Sleeping with Sirens and stuff like that. My sisters are more in to pop like Justin Bieber and The Vamps.

The Vamps actually isn’t that bad but I really don’t like Justin Bieber. It’s just not my cup of tea. Sure the boy has talent and all but it’s not something that I would listen to.

I know that music save lives so I don’t like talking shit about other music tastes because it’s a personal thing, I don’t like the idea of people shitting on my music so I don’t shit on their.

All music is music but you don’t need to listen and like everything.

I walk in to my house and notice than no one is home, I am use to this. My sisters is usually at their friends’ house until around 7pm or 8pm and my mum often works until 7pm so they will probably be home soon.

I decide that I will call my mum and tell her that we should order pizza and have a family night without having to work with making food.

She sounds so happy on the phone when I say it and that makes me smile. I love it when my mum is happy because it has been a hard time for her sense dad died. It has been for all of us… But I can’t really imagine losing the love of your life, I feel like that is something I would never be able to handle.

That is why my mum is one of the strongest people I ever met, she keeps going even if the love of her life just left her without him. I can’t see how she does it.

I hear how she cries at night and it breaks my heart, but I know that the only way to get out your feelings is to let them out. And crying is a great start of moving on. Or not really moving on more keep going.

My mum isn’t moving on, she just keep fighting every day. She keeps going even if she could break. I read so many stories where someone dies and the other one just stop working, how they turn to alcohol my mum never did that.

 My mum is my hero.

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I will probably update a lot to day on all my fan fictions because it's kind of a study thing I'm trying out.

I have failed my art history test twice so I will have to do it again next week, so now I write a chapter, read the paper about Art history and then do the same again. So I have read the paper 3 times today already, and that is good because it's a big ass fucking paper and I need to know everything on there.

I NEEDED TO HAVE 22 TO PASS AND I GOT FUCKING 20 DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MAD I WAS?!