The One With The Nerd || Larry Stylinson

Chapter 21: Watch it Again and it's Die Hard 2

"Look, you don't have to explain or anything, I don't deserve shit after what I've done to you."

Staring at Louis in shock, I blinked to let it sink in that, yes, I was wrong about Louis. He isn't spiteful, he isn't cruel and he does at least feel guilty after all that's been done. But I know I'm still partly to blame, had I not been lying to him and almost everyone else in my life.

"It wouldn't have happened if I weren't such a liar," I admitted, coming to terms with the consequences of having a false identity. "You're not the only one at fault."

Louis turns to me with an incredulous look adorned on his worn out face, he's still wildly attractive though. Here we go, getting distracted already.

"That's bullshit, you had nothing to do with my actions. I take full responsibility," he muttered, power and an underlying determination infused with his words. He sighed, meeting my eyes with a certain intense stubbornness I can't explain. "I never should have hit you, or anything else related. I'm really sorry, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, so just-"

I sat there, stunned as I stared at him taken aback. I never thought I would receive such an honest apology from someone like Louis. I guess that's not a very fair thing to say, but it's true. I thought he was awful and heartless, but recently, he's really changed my mind.

The bell signifies the beginning of the lesson and hence queues the entrance of a disgruntled teacher.

"Tomlinson!" Mr Hay called immediately upon walking through the door. He spotted him beside me, pulling a puzzled face before continuing. "Any reasoning for your absence during detention yesterday?"

The colour drained from Louis' face, as he stared up at the teacher lost for words. Now that is uncommon. Louis Tomlinson pale as a ghost, and unable to rebuttal against the teacher? Something's certainly off.

I frowned down at my desk, incapable of handling the tension in the air, it was palpable. I bit my lip and traced over the fresh drawings scrawled over the desk, trying to draw my concentration away from Louis' pitiful search for words. Hearts, stars, eyes and cartoon penises, I traced them all.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I-" He sighed, I could see his face turn downcast out of the corner of my eye. "I have no reasonable excuses, no."

And once again, I felt that feeling in my chest. I felt sorry for him and oddly guilty, which only increased my confusion.

Before the teacher could reply in what looked like would have been a snarl, or before Louis can clarify his absence, Aiden of all people stormed into the classroom. His breathing was irregular, yet he kept his composure and glared between Louis and I. It was a look paired with a smirk that can alarm anyone. Something was about to go down, and let me tell you, I wanted no part in it.

Mr Hay focused his brewing rage on the intruder, finger pointing accusingly in his direction. He quickly pulled it back, however, when he noticed the two police officers and the principal standing beside Aiden in the doorway.

Just when I thought my confusion couldn't increase any further, it reached extreme levels. And I think I could say the same for Louis, who was just staring in bewilderment. What the fuck is going on?

I don't think we've ever had the police turn up to the school, we've had ambulances, sure. But police? No. Not to my recollection.

The rest of the class appeared to be in the same state of shock as us, as hushed whispers were mumbled from ear to ear, breaking the otherwise dead silence of the classroom. Theories and rumours passed around, occasionally catching my attention that someone in here had been unlawful.