According To You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

                                            "Come on guys, we have to write a beat for this, and it just isn't a rock song!" I said, throwing my hands up in the air. It was Saturday, and all of the band was in my garage. I was trying to convince them to write a beat for the song about what makes people beautiful. They kept saying they refuse to play something with lyrics so cheesy.

                                        "It's just so lame. It's like the kind of song a 12 year old would write to his girlfriend and sing to her. I thought we all agreed on being a punk-rock band?" I covered my face, sighing. "It's just one song, and it's more than any of you have written so we either do this or we won't have a song to sing for the concert!" That shut them up quickly.

                                       I wasn't exactly the leader of the band, but I seemed to be the only one who thought about music as more than just rock and roll and having long hair. When we were younger, we were all best friends, but as we were growing up I realized I don't have much in common with them. I liked law classes and baking and they only seemed to care about getting high and getting a cheap feel with girls in the drive-thru.

                                    I picked up the notebook, crossing my legs before looking around at everyone. "What should we name the song?" I had really no clue what to even call it, and I still hadn't figured out the tempo of the song, but I was satisfied I at least had the lyrics down. I looked up at them all, and 2 were on their phones texting and the other one was trying to fix the smoke system.

                                           I couldn't help but think Louis would be able to go come up with an incredible name. It has been almost only a few hours since I last saw him, and all I remember is him talking to my mum before rushing out of there. My mum said he wasn't upset when he left, just in a hurry. She seemed to really like him, even though she'd only known him for a short while.

                                          I ran my hands through my hair, before setting the notebook down. "This practice we have accomplished absolute shit." I said, and they all shrugged. "I should get home...My dads will be waiting with dinner. " "Yeah, my mum's making a pork stew, can't miss that." They all headed out, and I couldn't help but feel a bit angered.

                                      How could they all not care? How could they think this was all just fun? I thought we had all been on the same page. I thought they all knew wanted to be proffessional musicians, not just amateurs in some band that never got recognized. I wasn't going to be like them, I decided as I started putting the drums away in their case.

                                      I was going to make it. I was going to work hard in school and practice. I would even start paying attention in the music club. I don't want to be "Do you know who Harry Styles is?" "Is that some porn star?" No, I want to be "Do you know who Har-" "OMFG I LOVE HIM!". I want to be famous, fans screaming and headbanging as I played my music. I wanted to change lives.

                                      First I needed to graduate, I groaned, heading back into the kitchen. My mum was probably at work. She worked night-time bartending, but I never judged her for it. She did what she did to pay for the house, and she was obviously getting damn good tips based on the house and school I went to. I hated being alone, so I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

                                        I tried not to be at home alone for too long. I felt uncomfortable, so I would go to the school and study, or sometimes even the church. Just any place so that I wouldn't have to be alone. I headed down the street, looking over the fence at a little puppy. It was tied up, but it must have gotten itself caught because it only had a short bit of space to move.