Hand in hand (larry stylinson

Chapter Three

* 2 years later*

"Okay mum, I'm off to school now" I grabbed a banana quickly from the fruit bowl and took my car keys ready to go to hell..Oops I mean school.

"Wait, Louis!"

"Yes, mother?"

"I need you to do me a favor!"

"Yes, what is it?"

"I need you to go pick up my friend's son, they just moved back here and there is no one to take him to school, and he still hasn't got his license yet."

"And who is this friend's son?"

"Harry" she said and my heart stopped beating for a second, I felt myself start to sweat, I'm starting to shake. Fuck no.

"H-Harry St-tyles?" I managed to stutter out.

"Yes, come on now don't look so surprised. I'll tell you everything when you get back from school" she waved me off.

"Uhm. Okay" I tried to shake the nerves out of me, and headed outside.

15 minutes later, I found myself in front of Harry's new house door. It's like a tsunami of nerves is hitting me all at once. My whole world is spinning, I feel dizzy and light, is this even making sense ? I don't even know anymore. I'm losing my mind I'm sure of it. Why am I even over thinking everything? It's not like I still have feelings for him or anything. PFFT.

Everything pretty much stopped a few months later after we stopped talking to each other. No we didn't get in a fight or anything. It's just because of the time difference and all that shit we didn't have time for each other and eventually we drifted apart.

A few minutes later, some guy that looks exactly like Harry but I'm 100% sure this isn't Harry. No, no way. My Harry isn't like this. My Harry isn't some punk dude. Look at this guy. Arms full of tattoos and some on his neck and I'm sure there are some on his torso too. A snake bite on his left eyebrow? A lip ring? A nose piercing? Who is that?

He opened the door and sat down. I was still too busy looking at him.

"Aren't you gonna drive?" He snapped.

"Hello to you too" I scoffed, as I pulled away from his driveway.

"How are you Harry?" I started to make a conversation because the silent is so heavy and awkward in this car it's almost suffocating.

"Peachy" he said with an eye roll.

"Who are you?" I asked in disbelief.

"I am Harry, anything else you want to know Louis? Cause I'm pretty sure we are way too far from the whole introduction stage" he snapped once again.

"At least I'm not acting like someone that I am not" I fired back.

"Oh as if you know who I am" he scoffed.

"Matter of fact yes I do, you are Harry styles, you are 16. You've been my best friend ever since you've been born, I've known you my whole life. You are the sweetest person I've ever met through my whole life, you are so fragile that you are trying to mask it up with this whole look shit. As if you are fooling anyone you potato head." Now it's my turn to snap. And it was getting so damn hard to drive with him in the car. I swear if I crash this car the blame is all on him.

"Two years can change a lot Louis" he mumbled, and turned his head to look straight.

"No time can change who you are" I said softly and then focused back on driving.

Finally finALLY we arrived at school, I grabbed my backpack from the back seat and got out of the car before shutting the door, and waiting for Harry to do the same before locking it.

He walked away as soon as he got out of the car, and I did the same but walked to the other side, to where Zayn is standing by the wall smoking a cigarette.

"Can I have a drag?" I asked as soon as I was within earshot of him.

"Hey Louis, stressful day?" He questioned but gave me the cigarette nonetheless.

"You have no idea" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Tell me then bro"

"So you know Harry, right?"

"Yeah of course, your best friend that you used to be in love with" i glared at him for his use of words.

"Yes that Harry, anyways, he came back to town." I ignored what he said and just continues telling my story.

"And that's stressful because? Aren't you supposed to be cheerful and happy and all that shit ? And maybe probably already planning your wedding?" He tried joking, but really Zayn not funny. So I punched him in the arm.

"That was just plain awful and not at all funny. And the reason that I'm so 'upset' " I put air quotes around that word "is because, he is all this punk dude style now. And he is acting like a little bitch" I explained.

"Ah, little sweet Harry isn't so little and sweet anymore"

"Fuck off" I dropped the cigarette on the ground before stomping on it and then storming off to school as soon as the first period bell rang.

Here starts the torture....
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Throughout the day me and Harry did a lot of eye contact, and every time he's be the first to break it off. It's more like a glaring competition but who cares.

During lunch I saw him sitting with Nick Grimshaw and his crew. I almost almost went all the way over there and dragged him away from them. But then I remembered that we aren't friends anymore. So I just sighed and shook my head. And then I went back to trying to eat my food. Trying is the keyword, this food is honestly more disgusting than the food they serve in prisons.
"Hey Lou want that?" Niall questioned gesturing to my food.
"No, you can have it" I pushed my tray towards him. "I don't even know how can you eat this"
"At least it's food" he shrugged and started eating.
I just rolled my eyes and engaged in ac conversation with Liam and Zayn to pass the time. Okay tried to, when these bastards stop sucking each other's faces off. So I did the only reasonable thing a grown man would do. I threw my shoe at them and then dived under the table.
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The end of the day finally came. I got outside and headed straight to my car. Happily skipping because school is out.

I halted in my steps when I saw Harry leaning against the car.

"What are you doing here?" I asked while taking tentative steps towards him.

"I have no other ride than you." He shrugged.

"What about your friends?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I don't have any friends here" he all but shrugged once again.

I just huffed and started my car, driving way over the speed limit just to drop him off before heading to my home. Ah home sweet home.
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Home isn't as sweet as I thought. As soon as I entered I saw my mom sitting downstairs with Anne.

"Heeeey, mom, Anne" I greeted while heading upstairs.

"It's mom Anne" my mom snapped.

"No it's okay really" Anne tried

"No, it's just Anne. It's been just Anne since she stopped contacting us" i said

"LOUIS! Don't be rude. Go upstairs to your room this instant!"my mom demanded. Little did she know that's what I wanted all along.

"Gladly" I smirked and head upstairs throwing myself on the bed.

God what a stressful day this is.