Larry one shots

teenage dirtbag

Another long asf one. I finally updated. Yay 😭

I wanted to write this for a long time and I wad halfway done when writers block hit and I didn't do anything for like 2 months coz I had exams too but then yea I continued and finished. Whatever.

This is based on the song teenage dirtbag. If ur a directioner u should know this. Yea. OK.

Louis feels like mould. It's prom night, and he's lonely.

He doesn't want to be here, not one bit. He'd much rather just stay in bed or go out somewhere else. School dances are one of the most boring formalities ever. It's just all so typical-a popular someone does some big gesture to ask another popular someone out, gets their five minutes of fame and hype, the latter pretends to be shocked (even though they'd be dating for months so it's honestly nothing surprising) and then they create a scene in the hallways.

One more opportunity to shove heteronormic traditions in their faces, one more opportunity to make kids feel like loners and losers. And it's not like all these popular kids enjoy all this. They hate it, too. They just manage to get good pictures for their Instagram. That's what they're here for.

And if you're invisible, just like Louis, crushing on a popular someone who most certainly will have a date, you won't get anyone. Nobody except for your select group of friends knows you. You go alone and watch your two best friends act like a married couple before them rushing off and leaving you alone. You will inevitably want to shove sticks up their arseholes, but the bastards will like it.

And it's also not like Louis *wants* to be known. He'd rather be invisible. It's easier to get away with the antics he and zayn pull. It's just that while it has its pros, it also has its cons.

Like having a crush on Harry Styles, but he doubts Harry styles even knows how to pronounce his name properly. He looks like a bouquet of crusanthemums, daisies, roses and baby's breath all combined; he glows like the sun, his personality lights Louis' world up and he's the reason Louis stopped skipping his maths class; Harry shares that class with him. And if there's a chance to ogle at Harry, then he would take it, even if it's in the middle of a boring maths lecture.

Yes, he's pathetic. And what about it? He knows he's never going to have a chance with the boy. Might as well enjoy the last months of ogling at him.

Also, he found out just yesterday that Harry doesn't have a date to prom. That made Louis feel more content than he'd admit when he first heard it. Maybe Harry is over boys? That means Louis' chances of having a chance are zero. Not that he had more anyway.

Speaking of which..

Lo and behold, Harry styles is walking right towards him. He made eye contact with Louis, and he gave him a small smile, the smallest twitch of his lips that Louis managed to capture even between all the flashy lights of the dance floor.

He looks so fucking gorgeous. He's wearing a sparkly blue high waist pant and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows. His hair was down with little clips on the side that reflected the lighting making them look as if they were shimmering.

This must be fake, and his lip starts to shake, adding to the pounding of his heart. His breath hitches as Harry walks closer, his grip on his glass tightens, his palms begin to sweat, heat rises to his cheeks.

Pathetic.

Just as Harry's right in front of him, someone knocks into him and he stumbles forward, stepping on Louis' foot. Louis grits his teeth and winces from the pain, gripping the table with his free hand.