Louis Tomlinson. Class clown. The popular guy. Great pianist. Great footie player.
Harry Styles. The introvert. Maybe mute? The wallflower. The genius. Nobody knows and nobody ever cared.
Louis didn't care either. But all of a sudden, Harry was everywhere. He was in his English class, in his music class, in his lunch and most importantly in his mind.
He's hooked. He's hooked to the mystery, to the wallflower, to the boy who's voice has never been heard.
"Mr Tomlinson, are you done daydreaming?" The teacher asks sharply snapping Louis back to reality.
"Yes ma'am." He smiles, the answer quick and unashamed.
"Good. Let's get right back to class then."
"Ready when you are." He gives her a charming smile and she raises her eyebrows before going back to teaching.
She begins asking questions and everyone silently prays not to be called on.
"Payno, stop kicking me chair." Louis hisses.
"You've been staring at Styles for the past 15 minutes. Get it together!!"
"Payne, Tomlinson, would you like to share something with the class?" The teacher asks irritably.
"Sorry ma'am." Liam murmurs.
Zayn snickers. "You people just can't keep it down can you?"
"Mr Horan, I'd like you to answer the question.
All of them look at Niall who like looks lost. Liam quickly whispers the answer to him and he answers as confidently as possible.
"That's the wrong answer." She glares at him and they all laugh under their breath.
He sits down huffily. "Bloody wanker." He kicks Liam's shin.
"Fuck you man." Liam curses, hand immediately shooting down to rub his shin.
"Cool down, Li." Zayn raises his eyebrows.
"But he just kicked me." Liam pouts.
"Stop being a baby, Payno." Louis chides
"Hey, don't be mean Lou." Zayn says patronizingly.
"You deserved that kick." Niall huffs.
"Horan, Tomlinson, Malik, Payne, if you're done can we move on."
All of them have the decency to look at least slightly ashamed. But of course, being the annoying little shits they are, they go right back to talking.
Harry smiles to himself. He finds the four of them very amusing, especially Louis.
"Mr Styles, please answer the question."
Louis looks over at Harry and see him stand up with wide eyes, like a deer in the headlights. He blankly looks at the teacher. Does the teacher not know he doesn't talk or she just flat out insane.
"Mr Styles do you want me to repeat the question?" She asks.
Harry shakes his head no.
"Then I suggest you answer, I won't tolerate muteness from my students."
Harry panics and looks around for help.
Louis stands up. "Ma'am he's uncomfortable with talking, he can write the answer down though."
"Is that so Mr Styles?" She asks raising an eyebrow.
Harry nods vigorously.
She gestures to the board and Harry goes up to write down the answer. He sits back down and Louis looks at him expecting a thank you. Nothing. Not even a nod acknowledging him.
Louis frowns. "That's rude." Louis pouts turning to Zayn.
"What is?" He turns sideways to face him.
"Harry didn't even acknowledge me."
"Mate, he barely acknowledges the teachers." Zayn laughs. Louis frowns.
The bell rings and prevents Louis from making further argument.
"It's rude to not say thank you." Louis calls out loudly as he picks up his stuff
Harry turns and looks at Louis weirdly but just bows his head in a way of thanking him and makes the boy smile happily.
"I'll make do with that for now."
A/N- My first Larry story ever.. I wonder if anyone is reading this. Tell me what you think? I'm enjoying writing this already :) :)
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Broken- A Larry Stylinson AU
Fanfiction"He's a delicate thing. Like a rose. He's gorgeous but he has his thorns. Fresh as dew. I just want to bundle him up in warmth and keep him happy, always." Cover credits to @harryonmen on Twitter © larryslittlest 2015. All rights reserved
