Let's Go Back in Time (A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

A/N: Sorry for not updating right away, didn't know someone was actually reading. Xx

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Louis' Point of View

"Are you alright? Let me help you... I'm Louis, and you are?" The eight year old me greeted with a smile as I held out a hand to offer when a curly haired lad stumbled by the grass.

He accepted my hand and I pulled him up as he answered, "I'm Harry... Thank you about that." He smiled at me after taking a quick look on his grazed knee. "So, wanna be best friends forever?" He gladly queried a bit too bluntly, but with sincerity.

I nodded wildly as the boy's green eyes sparkled under the sunlight. It was perfect.

I hastened towards the recently opened drama department and took a seat on one of the red reclining chairs by the balcony area of the theatre. I tried holding back the tears, but I couldn't. I just couldn't...

Earlier this morning, I saw my former best friend, Harry Styles. It was so stupid of me to actually think this day was going to be good! Of course not, though. Whenever you think you're happy with what you have, something or someone would just snap you back to reality.

Well, this time, it was Harry. I am finally contented as the head of this drama department, I'm not even thinking about him. But why, after all these years, the feeling is now back and hurting more than ever. I can't take it.

"Trust me, Harry! You could do it!" I supported him, as he was nervous for their football tryouts. The green eyed boy murmured a quick 'thanks!' before jogging towards the field. From the bleachers, I waited for him.

It took them about an hour or so, before my best friend came back with a long face. My heart sank at the sight of his upset look. "Don't worry, Haz. They might not take you in, but it's their loss." I stated, trying to lift up his mood.

He suddenly jumped up and down, laughing. "Kidding, Lou! I got it! I got the position!" He announced cheekily and brought me in a very tight hug.

I sobbed a little more loudly as few short and cute moments reminded me of our faded friendship. I don't think we can ever be like that again... I miss it.

After I had encouraged my best friend to try out in the football team, he gradually forgot about me and shifted as the popular one in school, as I was normally the one being bullied. At the first few days, he tried standing up for me, as his teammates bully me. He was made fun of and slowly became a bully himself.

That's why we lost touch... He just wasn't himself anymore. I asked him to join the team because it's his hobby, his skill. But if he'll use his found popularity, I might as well forget about him in return. It hurts at first, when I tried putting my best friend together with my box of memories from the past. However, that's what is needed to happen since I couldn't just take him back from the team to myself and be selfish.

His earlier questions hit me. I have no idea why he had to ask me. It was partially his fault why our friendship was ruined, why ask? I was the one who suffered more, though. He completely got along with his teammates and got to the top of the popularity list, so he couldn't really care even less about me. I just kept it in, no one to talk to, and no one to ask advice from. I had no one. No best friend. No one at all...

"Geek." The team's captain, Ronald, teased as he nudged me towards the lockers.

"Ow." I winced, placing a hand on my forehead and gently rubbing it to less the pain. Harry was there, eyes shimmering as always, just a few steps behind Ronald. I thought he'd help me, being his best friend and all, but he didn't...

As they continued their tormenting, Harry stood still, avoiding my gaze. At that moment, my heart broke apart, knowing that somehow, this best friend of mine needs to have a 'reputation' to hold on to, now that's he's on the team and he can't just have a best friend like me...

"Uhm... S-Sir Tomlinson?" A hand rested gently on my shoulder. "Sir..."

I quickly composed myself and wiped my tears away before slowly looking up. Bright blue eyes stared back at me, full of worry. "Niall?" I choked up, feeling the ends of my lips showing off a smile.

Niall Horan has been my favorite student ever since my teaching history - the way his eyes sparkle, lips show a smile and short blonde hair amusing me in any way. He's a student of mine for the past four years now and by the end of the year is his graduation. I'm going to miss this kid...

"What's the problem, Sir?" The Irish lad questioned me, sitting on the chair next to me.

I forced another smile on my face, not wanting him or any of my students for that matter to know what my personal problems are. What we have is a professional relationship: teacher-student. He's been really friendly to me though and somehow I like him more than my other students, because he is just lovable.

"Well, Sir, I'm pretty certain you won't tell me your problem... Whatever it is, please don't worry about it. Everything is going to be alright." He reassured, moving his hand to my back and soothingly rubbed circles; he smiled.

I nodded, smiling back. Later on, the blonde student walked his way towards the back stage and I followed just a few steps behind.