According To You (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

                                                           "Mum!" Louis groaned as she continued to tell me memories from his childhood. "One time Louis thought it would be the most fun idea to dress up like a girl and go to school. Obviously Louis is so stubborn, even at twelve years old, and he refused to take off the outfit. He said he wanted to be a girl forever, but since then he's stuck with being a boy."

                                                           "And I burned all pictures and wished I could burn all the memories from that day!" Louis groaned, burying his face into my shoulder as he blushed. I laughed along, kissing the top of his head. I felt less nervous now since his mum was so nice and Louis was just being so calm and nice.

                                                            "Don't worry, Boo. One time when I was 6 I begged my mum to do ballet. I've always been...y'know....tall and lanky for my age but I did it for almost 5 years before I quit." I chuckled, and he looked up at me, smiling in relief that he wasn't the only one who had embarassing stories.

                                                        "So, Harry, I think maybe you and your mum should join us for family dinner some time." His mother said, and I couldn't help the large smile on my face. That's such a good sign. She obviously liked me, which made me so relieved. "That'd be nice. Would you like me to help clean up some of the mess?"

                                                        She shook her head, waving her hand. "No, you and Louis can spend some time alone. I got it." I frowned, but she assured me she could handle it and walked into the kitchen. I looked down at Louis, and he was smiling at me.

                                                         "You're wonderful, you know that?" I pretending to think about it, and he playfully smacked my arm. "Come on, Curly!" He grabbed my hand, leading me outside to the front of his house where there was a small swing. We sat down on it, me wrappng my arms across his shoulder and him quickly wrapping his arm around my waist.

                                                       "Does your mum like me?" I asked, smiling down at him. "She loves you. I've never really brought a boy home to meet her, so I'm sure she's glad I finally got a cute, sexy, smart, funny boyfriend." He batted his eyelashes at me, and at first I was flattered till I realized he was just being a cheeky ass.

                                                         "And I have the cutest, sexiest, cheekiest boyfriend ever." I leaned down, and he teased me by giving me a quick kiss and pulling away. "So, when your mum and I talked she said a few interesting things..." I frowned, before realizing he was talking about when he walked my home.

                                                         "Yeah?" He smirked, nodding. "Yeah." I stared at him for a few seconds before I finally said "Are you going to tell me?" He chuckled, nodding and sitting up a bit and looking over at me, not breaking eye contact. He was so confident sometimes.

                                                         "She told me how you really, really, really like me." I blushed, and was about to deny it before he continued. "But she also said that you've been rejected a lot in the past." I let out a sigh, looking away from him before furrowing my eyebrows. I guess if I wanted him to be my boyfriend for a while, then I need to tell him everything and trust him.

                                                          "I've....There were a few boys back in year 6 and 7 that I was really into...But when they found out they kind of were jerks about it. This was before I switched to private school, so things weren't as strict at the school. They spread rumors that I had STD's from gay sex and that I only got good grades because I gave the teachers blow jobs....." I shuddered at the memory.

                                                             He looked up at me with wide eyes. "Oh my god, did they really?" I nodded, giving a small shrug. "It's not true though..." I mumbled quickly, and he chuckled a bit. "Oh, I know. Don't worry. I'm sorry you had to go through that." I nodded, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

                                                                "I just want you to know that I won't ever let anyone talk to you that way again." I smiled as he said that, before letting out a sad sigh. "When your friends talk bad about me...It hurts. Especially when you agree with them."

                                                              "I have to. They're really judgemental and...they don't even know I'm gay. I just... Don't feel comfortable when they're insulting me for hanging out with you." He said, and I just sighed. I guess it was just something I would have to learn to deal with if I wanted to be with Louis.

                                                                  Sometimes it was like he was two different people. When he was with me, he was a perfect little cheeky angel. He was romantic and sweet, caring and gentle, michevious and daring. But from what I've seen of him with his friends, he's been a bit cocky and arrogant. He only seems to care about what they think and not my feelings or even his own.

When he's with his friends, I'm just the boy with the worst attention span and he's the boy who puts up with it.

　

　

Hello my curlies!

So, yes. I included some lyrics from According To You. So, whatcha thinking? Hmm? Do you like this story? Also, I'll be writing a Ballerina!Harry and Punk!Louis one so make sure to watch out for that!

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