Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash
It's been a compelling and abnormal couple of days—this past week. Louis doesn't know how to feel about them. It's a captivating blend of feeling disgusted yet hunched with a weird pinch of desire, but the fact that the desire part even exists undoubtedly says much, right?
The next time 'it' happened, neither of them spoke much afterwards. Louis kind of just left, and it was never brought up again. And each time they bump into each other through the hallways or any horrible demise God brought them upon, Louis pretends not to notice Harry as he expertly ignores the taller boy and does a decent job of looking anywhere but him.
They never talk about it, and Louis hopes they never will.
If it weren't for the fact that gay sex is disgusting and totally wrong, he wouldn't mind it as much. There's also the unrevoked fact that he still unconditionally and lucidly despises Harry—adding another lather of reason why they should stop.
In fact, Louis' made a list of reasons, thus going:
1. Wrong for 2 boys 2 have x
2. he is an annoying dickhead
3. it is a sin
4. hes is an idiot.
5. its gay
6. its risky
7. GROSSS!!!
Even if his reasons are a little repetitive, they're valid and entirely reasonable. Louis figures seven cons in a list is more than enough of a bright, red caution flag for someone to notice something.
Yet, there's one pro. One tiny, singular pro on his list circled and re-circled with red ink.
1. The sex is decent.
Does it outweigh all of Louis' cons? No. But hell is it a damn good pro.
So, Louis reads it again, and again, and re-reads it one last time while twirling his silverish pen around his fingers, nattily chewing his bottom lip while digging his judging eyes into the burning and inflamed paper sitting at his desk, letters written in luminous ink that maliciously peered back at Louis; staring at him, mocking him.
The boy drops his pen on the desk and reaches for the paper, quickly crumbling it up in his hands and staring as the words wistfully vanish before him. He swivels around on his chair and aims to throw the paper in the trash can, missing entirely.
Louis sighs.
*****
It's Thursday morning and Louis is barely walking out of his second lecture alive, dragging his bad posture out of the doors while pulling his bag across the dirty floor, face falling nothing short of tired and bored.
"Bye, Louis." Says Oscar, patting the boy once, twice on the back and walking away. Louis shortly hums in return. Both of them know Louis won't respond coherently since the tired boy just woke up. (Louis uses said class as his morning nap—fourth lecture as his midday nap.) Oscar doesn't seem to mind.
They walk in separate ways, the other boy was likely on his way to his by far cooler mates, and Louis off to Bob's. Glorious, glorious Bob's. Niall wanted to have lunch at the diner so they promised to meet each other there.
Louis pushed through the heavy doors with his left shoulder, his focus inside his bag as he emphasized his priority on rummaging through his pile of junk, digging through his tangled headset at the bottom which were crushed by his dusty notebooks. Louis pulled out his walkman and grunted as he untangled the wires from the cassette, switching his eyes from his steps and the knotted strings to not trip and make an utter fool of himself—he was capable of such a thing. The chilly air nibbled at his carefully flushing cheeks as the boy slid on his headphones and pressed play, being doused in the constant sound of steady humming and a grainy buzz hiss as the cassette rolled, doing a not-so-well job at dousing car horns with delicate, old rock through the air. It'd have to do.
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The Exceptionals
FanfictionIt's 1984. Louis moved to Cheshire to accommodate his mum's new job, new house, and new life. He's not alone though, he's going to the same college his best friend Niall goes to. There's one particular problem though, and it comes in the personifica...
