Beside You (Larry Stylinson)

Parnters

Mornings, I think are the worst part of the day. 

First of all who the hell enjoys waking up to the sun assaulting their eyes? Secondly for someone like me who has morning class, having to rush out of my flat practically every morning isn’t so fun.

Like right now for example. Niall my flatmate so rudely forgot to wake me before he left for class and now I’m stuck running like a maniac through the streets of downtown London. 

Sigh.

Dr. Alexander is going to kill me for being late again, and once I’m dead he’ll continue to shoot at me. Your probably thinking, Louis now that’s a bit extreme. Well let me tell you oh kind stranger, you have yet to meet the demon that is Dr. Vero Alexander. I even think he torturers puppies on weekends.

I end up making it to my class just as it begun, and I got a hard glare from Dr. Crazy. I quickly took my seat and he begun his lesson on improv acting, something I was quite good at if I do say so myself.  

Once the lecture was over Dr. Crazy stopped us before we left. “Ok, so as you all know every year we have our annual Arts Festival. This year our class is teaming up with the 1st year visual arts class. We have around the same number of students in both classes so I have assigned you all partners, before you leave class come to see me and I will give you the name of your partner.”

Great… I have to work with a 1st year. Every year we always work in partners and every year I get paired with a snobby asshole or someone really odd. I silently pray to myself that this year I get someone half decent as I walk up to Dr. Crazy.

“Ah Louis, your partner, is Harry Styles.”

Harry Styles? Never heard of him, “Sorry but who is that?” I ask.

“He is a very talented young man, his artwork is something else.” 

Fabulous, he’s probably a twat with an ego the size of the sun. “Sir you wouldn’t happen to know where I might find him?”

He pauses, “I have seen him hanging around the 3rd visual arts classroom frequently. My best bet would be to look there first.”

“Ok thanks Sir! I’ll go there now!” I say running out of the class.

“What Louis I need to tell you som-” I was too far away to hear him by this point. Whatever he needed to tell me I’m sure I could figure it out myself.

I continued to run down countless hallways until I came to the first year arts sector. I walked by drama rooms, music rooms, and then finally the visual arts rooms.

I watched as the numbers increased slowly and then I stopped once I was standing in front of the 3rd visual arts room. The door was slightly open and I peeked inside. 

The sole person there was a curly haired boy sitting on a stool with his back to me. I looked past him and saw his painting; it was a landscape of a forest. In one word it was beautiful. I knocked on the door and the boy turned around in a flash wide-eyed. “Um hi, I’m Louis a 3rd year drama student and I was wondering if you were.” I looked at the slip of paper that had his name written on it, “Are you Harry Styles?”

He stared at me, making no sound. That’s when I took in his appearance he had the brightest emerald green eyes that I had ever seen. His brown curls were wild and framed his face in the most perfect way. His skin was pale and spotless, almost like snow that hasn’t been touched by anyone. Then there were his lips, full and pink…

Ok. If you haven’t already figured it out I am gay, and I am not shy to say, that I’m proud of it. I am who I am, and if you don’t like it then that’s your problem. I won’t change to suit other people’s needs.