The Story of a Female Boy Named Louis (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 13

Louis was standing near the water fountain at lunch, shuffling my feet idly, waiting for Harry to show up.

"He's not messing with you, is he?" Liam leaned back against the wall next to him, arms crossed.

"No. He was very sweet to me," Louis smiled and sighed fondly, "He said I was pretty."

"Because you are, Lou," Liam mussed up his hair, causing him to squeak and try to fix it. He chuckled for a bit before furrowing his eyebrows, "You should still be careful. You just met him today, you don't know if he's got anything up his sleeve."

Louis let out a breath of air and gave him a reassuring look, "I'll be fine, stop making such a big deal out of this. You'll be here, too."

Liam just mumbled, "I guess so." Ever since the incident with the meatheads Liam's been overly protective of him and he felt a bit suffocated by all his interrogations whenever he met up with someone.

But Louis knew he just wanted to prevent anything from happening to him, so he let him in order for him to feel better about himself.

Louis turned to see Harry walking over towards them, so he met up with him halfway, Liam trailing behind.

"Hi, Harry," he said, noticing how he eyed Liam, who had crossed his arms again to make himself look buffer than he actually is, "Oh, this is Liam. Um, Liam, this is Harry."

Harry stuck his hand out and Liam shook it with a suspicious glint in his eye. Harry shot a kind smile at him, but Liam just retreated his hand and recrossed his arms.

Louis rolled his eyes and decided to break the weird, silent tension, "Okay, well, Harry, let's go get a good table. Are you coming, Liam, or are you sitting with Sophia?"

"I'm going to be sitting with Soph, I'll see you later," he gave him a half hug and walked off.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harry wondered.

"No, no, you're fine," Louis sighed, "He's just very protective for... obvious reasons."

"Oh," Harry stuck his hands in his pockets, "Is.. Liam your boyfriend?"

"No," Louis giggled, "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Wait, you.. you don't?" the other boy seemed surprised.

"Nope," he arched an eyebrow, "Why are you so surprised?"

He blushed but tried to play it off coolly, "You're just too cute to not have a boyfriend. Is it an 'independent-black-woman-that-don't-need-no-man' kind of thing? I bet all the boys are asking you out."

Louis laughed softly, "Thank you, I guess, but no, it's more like a 'no-one-wants-to-date-me' kind of thing. But I could play it off like that to make myself seem better. And how do you know I even like boys?"

"Oh, s-sorry! I, uh, just assumed, like, you know, most straight guys aren't, well... Shit, did I offend you?" Harry rubbed at his neck.

"I was joking, Jesus," Louis grinned, "Don't get so worked up."

"Oh, um, okay," he chuckled quietly as they sat down at a table, "I don't believe it, by the way."

"What, that I like boys?" He began to uunwrap his granola bar.

"No, that no one wants to date you," Harry folded his hands together and leaned up on his elbows.

Louis was about to respond when he felt someone sit at the empty seat on the other side of him, "Hey, little lady, how's your day been?"

He bit his lip and willed myself not to turn towards Kai's jeering voice. Lunch was the only time that any one of them could get to him, since Miss Laura's threat only really persisted during and in between classes.

Harry's eyes widened a bit and he whispered, "Is he talking to you, Louis?"

Louis didn't reply.

"Come on, don't be like that," Kai scooted closer and draped an arm around him, making him flinch, "Wanna ditch and come back to mine, baby girl?" His free hand began to creep up Louis' thigh, but he quickly smacked it off.

"Hey, leave him alone, he doesn't wanna talk to you," Harry spoke up.

"Oh, you've got a new bodyguard now, huh?" Kai stood up, "What's your name, new kid?"

Harry got up from his seat as well, further displaying long legs and toned arms and broad shoulders, "What's it to ya, shitface?"

Kai stood there, his head cocked to the side, cracking his jaw, contemplating on whether or not he should throw the first hit.

"You know what," he finally said, "You're not even worth my damn time. Have fun with the pathetic, prude of a tranny."

Louis was completely and utterly mortified.

"Louis," Harry sighed, sat down, and turned towards him. "Is that.. a regular thing for you?"

He sniffed, "Let's talk about something else, yeah?"

"Okay," Louis watched him nod, clearly trying to fight the urge to say something more about the situation. They did just meet after all, he didn't think he wanted to pry.

The rest of lunch was spent talking about their interests and such, and even though they eventually began to laugh and joke around, Louis felt terrible.

Even someone he had met that same day was already involved in the shitty sob story that is his life.