"Why do you keep looking at me?"
"No reason! I just... I love the way you look in the sunset."
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Larry Stylinson AU.
Louis and Harry are complete strangers, but Harry is persistent on the two of them being friends.
The year is late 2014-ish, but as if they were all 16. They all look like they're in late 2014.
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Louis didn't actually hate school. Even though he spent all day alone, he was fine with that. It was calming to be away from home.
He grew his hair out so it covered his ears, and he cheated his way into listening to music. His earbuds ran under his shirt and up to his ear, but his hair covers most of it.
He was on his way to lunch, backpack strung over one shoulder.
People rushed by him, hollering to friends. One tall boy actually bumped into him, and gave him a sorry look before running off again.
He was a bit jealous of the people with big friend groups who were always up to no good at lunch.
Louis made his way to his table, where he sat at the end. The other side was full of snobby girls who didn't eat, but instead held compact mirrors and were always fixing their makeup. One tried to flirt with him as a joke.
And if Louis cried about it when he got home, that was no one's business.
With his lunch sprawled in front of him, earbuds blasting Nirvana and The Killers, he read a book that the librarian recommended to him. He could never remember the title, even though it was on the cover.
People yelled and laughed as they walked by him, and he did his best to tune it out. He was never good at that.
One group of boys, the football team, always teased him more than anyone else. They weren't mean, per se, but Louis would love it if they shut the fuck up.
It wasn't bad things, just taunting niceness. Like, "What book is that?" "Whatcha listening to?" "Did Mummy pack that lunch for you?" All things Louis answered literally.
He was preparing himself for it today. "Did Mummy write a note today?" He felt a large hand on his back, causing him to jump.
"No." He mumbled, pulling out an earbud.
"Aw, I guess she had work." One pouted, leaning on the table. Louis recognized one in the group as the boy he ran into.
"No- She didn't." Louis shook his head and pushed his lunch to the side. He was embarrassed to eat it.
They all laughed as they walked off, but one lingered. "I'm sorry about them, they won't let up."
Louis pulled his earbud out again. When he looked up, the boy he ran into was adjusting his curls. They were long, longer than Louis'.
"It's fine. I'm not bothered." Louis replied, looking down at his book.
"Do you always sit alone?" He asked.
Louis looked back up. He noticed how the boy's eyes were the same color as his sunset blanket. "Yeah. Usually."
