According To You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

                 Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I smiled and kept my notebook in my hand. "It's really nice of you to walk me home. I don't live far from here, and I'm sure my mom would love to have the extra ten minutes to relax without me." I looked up at Louis with adoring eyes as he grabbed his own backpack, which was tan while mine was plain black.

                "You talk a lot...But fuck, you talk so slow." He said, us heading out the door into the front. The sun was shining even brighter than before, so when I looked over to Louis and was taken aback for a moment by the sheer perfection that he was. Even in magazines, I'd never seen anyone so perfect, and they used photoshop. Louis didn't need photoshop, he was walking perfection.

               Louis' skin was tan, and the sun glistened upon it making it practically glow. He didn't have any acne, unlike me. My skin was always covered with pimples. Louis' blue eyes glowed, getting a bit darker and wider to adjust to the new sunlight. His smile was set on his lips, just a small smile. A little smile that would never get off his- I groaned internally, realizing I'd just been staring at him.

              "I....Erm. Yeah. I had speech therapy when I was younger but I guess they gave up on me." I shrugged, used to people pointing it out. I didn't try to talk slow, my words just seemed to take a little longer to connect with eachother to form a logical response to a comment. I looked down at my notebook, looking at the words I had bolded at the top.

What Makes Lou Beautiful

                        As we walked, he kept telling me about lyrics. "They have to mean something to you. Even if not everybody understands them. As long as you mean them, the song will come out great. And the few people who do know what you mean, they will be so much more touched by your music and buy more CD's." he snickered, and I wrote down 'laugh' as the first thing on the list.

                  "You know a lot about this stuff...Are you....like the teaching assistant?" I asked, looking up at him for a moment before writing 'eyes' and 'smile' on the list of things that made him beautiful. I noticed a shocked expression on his face, but when he laughed again I furrowed my eyebrows, confused.

                   "That's my dad!" He laughed louder, and I felt my entire face going bright red. I'd had no clue. They looked different. They were the same height, but Louis seemed more lean while his dad was a bit on the heavy side. "Yeah, he doesn't really like it, but since he got out of prison he had to take on some charity work for retribution or some other legal bullshit."

                     "Retribution- The law that states a person in society owes it to their community to make up for their wrong doings. This can be done by fixing what they broke or stole, or just doing general good things. The logic behind this is that if a criminal makes it up, then it shows they regret doing it and that they are truly sorry, rather than keeping them in prison where they know they have done wrong but don't care."

                     My eyes widened once I realized I had just said all of that. I had talked at a normal pace, and I hadn't even stammered. I glanced over from the corner of my eye, and saw Louis had stopped. I turned around, looking down at him and tilting my head. "Where the hell did that come from?" He said, blurting it out and I could tell he hadn't meant to be it offensively.

                  "I am taking some university level courses in law..." I mumbled, writing 'blunt' on the list of reasons he was beautiful. He started walking up again, both of us keeping a slow, steady pace now. "Wow, you must be some boy genius or something, huh Curly?" I laughed, and he seemed proud of making such a clever joke.