Blocked ✉ larry stylinson

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GUYS HELLO im updating bc im rlly sorry for the lack of updates of the last month :c 

guys whats the date of ur birthday? my bday is april 29th!!! anddd im 16 wbu? :DDDD

btw yesterday a few readers talked to me on askfm and on twitter and i wAS SO HAPPY THANK U VVVV MUCH I LOVE U ALL U R MY BABIES IF U GET INTO A FIGHT IM GONNA DEFEND U WITH MY KITTY SUPER POWERS im so random wtffffffffff

twitter: louisconfess askfm: fakedoluke

ps: the dedication goes to craveyou because she's my major bae now 

[[ H A R R Y ]]

I have to get to first period before Zayn. I'm going to be the one who sits beside him. Zayn can fuck himself, because he's my friend now. He's going to trust me and believe me, not him.

I swing the classroom door open and it's only Louis in the classroom. I don't know why he always likes being the first in the classroom.

"Louisio," I smile, sitting down beside him.

"Harold," he mocks.

"You look beautiful this morning."

"No I don't, asshole."

"You do, though."

"Shut up."

"You can't push me away, Louis," I smile slightly.

"I'm going to try, though."

"Why?" My smile turns to a frown.

"I have no specific reason why," he shrugs, "yet."

"That's fucked up. I love you, though."

''You don't love me, Harry."

"I do, though." He'll never believe me, will he?

"You don't know me."

"I do," I whine. "Can you please unblock me now?"

"Not yet," he huffs.

"Louis," I tug on his shirt, "please!"

"I like it when you beg," he laughs. "Besides, I'm mad at you."

"Why?" I yell.

"You totally embarassed not just yourself, but me last night."

"Your mom called me son," I smile happily, "I think she wants us to get married."

"Shh," he holds his finger up, "class is starting." I huff and slump my shoulders. I wanted to talk to him more. So unfair, Louisio. At least Zayn is sitting on the other end of the classroom, glaring. I think I won this time, Zayn. Louis is one step closer to me than he'll ever be to you.

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I pay for my lunch and make my way out of the line. I'm going to sit by Louis at lunch. I know Zayn is going to try and talk to him. He's probably going to tell him another lie about me. Not this time, Zayn.

I skim the first few rows for Louis, but I don't see him. Where is he? He always sits in the first few rows.

"Hey Harry," Niall yells.

"Hey," I mumble, looking for Louis still.

"Looking for a certain boy?"

"Yeah, actually. Have you seen him?"

"Library, with Zayn." He shrugs. Fuck. I'm going to slap him.

I fill out my planner and have administration sign it, before leaving. It's so ridiculous that I need a pass to go read. Or cockblock Zayn. But they don't know that.

When I reach the library, I make my way towards Zayn and Louis. I set my food down on the table and take a seat beside Louis.

"Hi Zayn," I wave. Zayn huffs and sinks into his seat.

"What are you doing here, Harry?" Louis whispers.

"I came to see you," I shrug.

"I'll see you around, Louis," Zayn stands up and kisses Louis on the cheek. He kissed Louis on the cheek. Not any cheek, but the same one I kissed. I can feel my blood boiling. I really want to choke him. He's trying my patience.

"Thank god he's gone," I laugh slightly.

"What the fuck is your problem, Harry?" He half-whispers.

"What do you mean?"

"Why the hell did you come in here?" I don't thinkhe's happy to see me,

"I came to see you," I smile.

"Well stop," he raises his voice. "You're being really clingy, Harry."

Oh. "I heard you were with Zayn and I just," I sigh. "I got jealous."

"Harry, I'm not your boyfriend. You don't own me. Stop being so clingy. I'm fine with talking to Zayn. You can't tell me not to, either." If I was your boyfriend, you wouldn't need to talk to Zayn.

"Fine, Louis. Whatever," I huff, grabbing my lunch, "I wouldn't want you to be my boyfriend anyways."



[[ L O U I S ]]

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He doesn't want to be my boyfriend, anyways. That's what he said earlier. Whatever, I didn't want him to be my boyfriend anyways. I knew he didn't really like me anyways. Harry Styles is just in it for the chase.

Niall: louuuuuiisss