According To You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

                                I was on my home, walking out of the school. I was wearing my nce blazer with the school symbol on it with a pair of cargo pants. I had pulled my beanie on once I got outside, and was headed in the direction of my house. It was Friday, finally the weekend. The sun was shining, the weather was nice, and school had been fun.

                                While most of the time I had been daydreaming about touching Louis' ass or doodling his name in my notebook, the rest of the time was amazing because today at lunch I learned something amazing. Most of the other bands who had signed up for the Battle of the Bands had dropped out because they couldn't afford the 300 pound entry fee.

                              My band didn't have to worry about that since all of our parents were rich, but I knew it was a lot of money which is why I had been thinking about getting a job. Anyways, there were now only five bands in the competition. There was two all boy bands, White Eskimo and the Rogue, and then there was one all-girl group. There was then a rapper and then a set of little girls who were mostly in it for the publicity.

                          I smiled as I pulled out my headphones, putting them in and listening to some music on the walk home. Most of the kids lived in the richer sider of the neighborhood, so I was the only one in the high school who walked this way home so I always had a long walk of silence. It was perfect, a little bit of me time.

                                  I was mouthing the words to 'You Found Me' by the Fray when I felt two hands wrap around my waist. I felt a kiss on my cheek, and I instantly recognized those lips. I blushed furiously, turning to look at him. "Louis...Y-you could have just said hello." He chuckled, shrugging. I looked down, noticing he was wearing shorts that came to right above the knee and a striped shirt.

                                   "Where do you live?" I asked, and he winked. "Trying to get me to invite you to my bedroom already?" I blushed again, something I seemed to do all the time around him. "I....I-I meant where are you walking to in this direction." He shrugged, putting an arm around my shoulder as he started walking with me. "I guess since i just so happened to run into you, maybe I could go to your house. Maybe a little date."

                                My heart raced, and I couldn't help but wish he wasn't joking. I nodded. "Erm. Yeah. My mum won't mind and you could even stay for dinner." He nodded, looking down at my ipod. "The Fray are actually pretty good!"He sounded genuinely shocked, so I pretended to be completely insulted.

                               "What, are you testing my musical tastes?" He put a hand on his chin, rubbing it like a villain in a childrens movie. "Actually, yes, I am." He took the ipod from my hand, taking one of the ear buds from my ear and putting it into his ear, us sharing them. He scrooled through all my playlists, and I could tell he didn't recognise most of the bands.

                                "They're all underground and garage and Indie bands.." I said, and he rolled his eyes. "You're like a baby hipster!" "Am not!" "Are too!" "Am not!" Are too!" "Am n-" We both quit at the same time, laughing until our sides hurt. I noticed how his eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled. It made him look older, in a good way.

                                "I feel a bit lame but I have a keen interest in Cher Lloyd and Selena Gomez." I didn't laugh, since I could tell he was a bit embarassed about it. "That's cool." He smiled, and soon we were talking about all kinds of music. Eventually, the conversation lead to our own bands.

                                 "I really do think my band will kick your ass." He said, looking over at me and pulling out both of our earbuds. "Why?" I asked, wondering if he thought I must be really terrible at singing. "We've been together longer and we came in second last year. You guys don't even have any original songs." I bit my lip, wondering how important that was.

                               "Do you think I have a chance?" I asked, and he looked down at me, stopping walking to turn and look at me. He put his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes. "You can do anything, alright? I'm not going to tell you you're going to win, but I'm not going to say not to try." I looked up at him, in awe.

                                  He was so smart, and I hadn't even known that. He was kind too. I wonder if he was like that with all the people he knew or if he really did have a crush on me. He did kiss me, but I also knew that older people kissed a lot of people and it didn't mean the same thing as it did to me.

                                   "Thanks...This is my house." I said, and he looked at it. "Damb, it all makes sense now!" I looked up at him, wondering what he was going on about. "You're a preppy little rich boy." he chuckled, and i pushed him away, storming to the door and pretending to be angry at him. He laughed, and i realized I wasn't very convincing.

                                  "Mum! I brought...a friend!" I yelled when I walked in, setting Louis backpack with mine on a hook and showing him the way to the kitchen. My mum said she was going to scrub the entire kitchen today, but instead she was on her laptop. I chuckled, and she looked over. "Mum, this is Louis."

                                    She shut her laptop down, giving me an evil smirk before looking at Louis. "I would say Harry has told me a lot about you, but the only thing he's told me is that you're a charming young man." I blushed, groaning and covering my face but knew she was doing this to be funny, not to torture me.

                                    Louis gave her a bow, saying "Yes, I'm the most charming lad in the lad. Curly over here's been talking about me?" He looked over at me, and I saw the tiniest flash of insecurity in his eyes. It was small, and it was gone in an instant, but I realized maybe he wasn't as sure. "Of course I did, you did help me with the song lyrics."

                                   He smirked at me, knowing that that wasn't the only reason I talked about him. My mum and him talked, while I made him a cup of tea. I burned my hand, but they were both caught up in some conversation that neither heard me cuss and then yell in pain. Finally, I just put a bandaid on it and carried Louis' tea in.

                                "Here you go, asshole. I burned my hand making tea for you, and now it hurts." He just lifted my hand, kissing the pink bandaid and shrugging. "Well, at least you made good tea.' I saw the little smirk on his face before he siipped his tea, and my mum gave me a thumsbup.

What the hell had they talked about?

　

　

Hello my curlies!

What did Louis and Anne talk about? Any guesses? What's going to happen next? Do you want me to write a chapter of what happens next or just skip to band practice?

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