According To You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

                        I was walking home from school, and I was just unbuttoning my blazer. Will had asked me if I wanted to hang out, but I decided I'd rather spend the day at the park and trying to write this stupid song. I wanted to be proud of something, and I wanted to make my mum proud that I stuck with what I wanted and worked to the end.

                         I sat in the park, which wasn't that frequented anymore. It was just a rusty set of monkey-bars, one slide, and a swingset with two seats made especially for babies. No one ever came here, except sometimes the kids at school liked to come and write profanities on the metal for no reason other than just to be immature.

                        I sat on the bench, crossing my feet underneath me and tapping my pencil onto the paper. I'd started a new list, entitled "What Makes My Mom Beautiful." If Louis was going to be a jerk, I wasn't going to write a song about how beautiful he was. Besides, my mother would never insult me right in front of me and make me cry.

                        I had a long list, but most of them were dumb things like 'her humming in the morning' or 'spending hours on her hair and it ends looking the same' or even 'her taste in shoes'. I smiled as I read over, thinking about how great it was to have a mother like her again. I was writing a few more things, until I felt hands wrap around my eyes, blocking my vision.

                         "Guess who?" I immediately knew, for one by his voice and secondly by the fact that all of my friends were together at the movies. "What do you want." I said, before ignoring him and continueing to write. I saw him in my periphereal vision, and he was moving to sit next to me, so I just moved my backpack so he couldn't.

                          "Aww, is Curly upset? Did you wet the bed?" I glared at him, continueing my list. He stole my notebook, reading it. "Seriously?" He read through, and I saw his expression soften, as he sat down beside me, pushing my backpack onto the floor. "You and your mum close?" I was still glaring, but I gave a gentle nod.

                             "My mum and I are close too. I love her lots." I tilted my head, not expecting him to say that. "My mum always dances when she makes me tea, and she sings when she waters the flowers." He chuckled, and it was nice seeing a side of him that wasn't an arrogant jerk.

                          "My mum is beautiful too. Her hair is a lot like mine naturally, but even when she dyes it she still looks beautiful. And she's short like me, but a bit taller." He smiled, and I smiled a bit, forgetting that I was mad at him.

                        "My mum is very....Cheeky. She's funny and she's comforting and she can do anything to make me smile. She ordered me a gallon of icecream when I wouldn't stop crying when I saw the Titanic for the first time." My entire face went red, and i couldn't believe I had just said that. I'd never told anyone that, especially not anyone who was as cool as Louis.

                         "Me too! Oh my god, I cried for hours! That movie is so awful but yet I still watch it all the time!" He laughed, and I couldn't help but laugh along. Something about him just made me want to laugh, he was just naturally funny, even if he wasn't saying anything funny. We both sighed in content, before he handed me my notebook.

                       "I'm sorry about yesterday...My friends just aren't really cool with hanging with younger kids. And if they found out I was being nice to one of the competition, they'd never like it. They're really...They're good guys but they don't have the most open minds. " He leaned in. "Besides, I want you all to myself." I laughed, tilting my head to look at him. I was blushing, sure, but it was more funny than romantic in that moment.

                         "You forgive me?" I sighed, nodding and hugging him for just a minute. God, he smelled perfect. "Of course. Can anyone stay mad at you?" He chuckled, shaking his head before he pulled out a notebook from his own bacpack. "Since the song thing is due tomorow...I figured you could borrow this for some inspiration?"

                          I ran my finger over the cover of the red, laminated notebook. It had 'Songs Lyrics' on the cover written in bold letters, and I smiled up at him. 'Wow, thanks! This will be so helpful!" He nodded, poking my dimples. "Maybe I should start calling you Shirley Temple." I rolled my eyes, not being the first time someone called me that.

                             I saw him adjust his position, crossing his arms over his stomach as he did so. "Hey Louis? Do you workout?" I asked, and he laughed, until he realized I was serious. "Heh, no. I do play a bit of football but that's it." I saw the blush on his tan cheeks, and I realized Louis must not get compliments about how fit he is all the time.

                          "You're really pretty too, Harry." He said, and I assumed he was being sarcastic until I looked up into his eyes. He smiled at me, and there was no tone of joking on his face. I blushed, smiling at him but he just smiled at the ground. That was so cute. I watched him for a moment, before I heard my phone ring. It was a text from my mother, telling me to hurry home because Gemma had stopped over.

                           I stood up, grabbign his notebook and setting it carefully in my backpack. "I'm sorry but...My sister...She's in Uni so I don't get to see her too much. She came home for the weekend and-" He held his hand up, waving it before putting a hand on my shoulder. "I understand, mate. Go see your sister. I'll see you tomorow, and i expect you to have the most amazing lyrics you possibly can."

Before I could turn away, I felt a pair of soft lips on my cheeks. In a moment though, he was gone.

　

Hello my curlies!

It's like 6 in the morning and I've just updated all 7 of my stories like 6 times in this past week so I'm just going to keep updating everything till I pass out.

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