Illustrations [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 4

Louis POV

The drive to Central Park took ages. Honestly, the traffic is horrendous. It would have been so much faster if we had just walked. Out of the blue, the engine begins to creak and I hear a pop.

"Uh, is that sound supposed to be there?" Harry leans towards me.

"I don't think so. . .let me check it out," I respond slightly worried myself.

I pull over to an alleyway across from Central Park. Popping the hood, I see something with a little bit of smoke wafting up. Not knowing what it is or how to fix it, I stretch and twist it on tighter hoping I don't destroy my car. I step back around into the car, press the power button and it continues to make that God awful sound. Whipping out my phone, I place my finger on the home button then press the green phone icon. Typing in the number I had memorised a year ago, I ring Theo.

"Hey Theo," I speak into the mouth piece.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson," Theo replies politely.

"Theo. How many times have I told you to call me Louis?" I sigh with exasperation.

"69," Theo replies.

"Heh. That was pretty good. Oh my God, I'm side tracked. I need you to come pick me and my friends up. I don't even know what happened to my car."

"Yeah, alright. I'll be there in ten," Theo chuckles and he hangs up.

Sliding my phone into my back pocket, I turn back to the two guys in my car.

"Well, it looks like we're walking."

The three of us start walking around Central Park stopping at certain stands, buying hot dogs, ice cream and just enjoying ourselves before we had to head back to class. When we walk back I see that Theo managed to swap my Porsche for my Mercedes. Hopping in the driver's seat the engine gives a soft, comforting grumble right underneath my feet.

Harry's POV

As we cruised (well not cruised, because NYC traffic is horrible) down the street in Louis' fancy-ass car, I began to wonder what the hell I was doing. I had just gotten into a freaking Porsche convertible with two sophomores I had never seen before. I'm even sure that Louis isn't a robber! Oh well. Yolo, right? I take a deep breath and lean back into the seat, trying to enjoy the ride. The car approaches Central Park, and I notice a faint sputtering from the front of the car. That's strange. I look over to Louis, who's furrowing his eyebrows. "Uh, is that sound supposed to be there?" I question Louis shyly. He turns to me.

"I don't think so. . .let me check it out," he replies. He sighs and pulls over in a small alley across from Central Park. As he opens the car door and gets out of the small car, I notice how nice of a bum he has. Damn. I slyly start to check him out in fear of Niall noticing. Louis is wearing tight gray skinny jeans cuffed at the bottom, and a casual patterned button-up. On his feet are maroon Vans, and his hair is styled in a very attractive quiff. I wonder if he swings my way? Probably not. He's much too attractive to be into guys.

"When you're eye raping someone, try to make it less obvious," I hear from the backseat. I turn in shock, a blush starting to colour my cheeks. Niall is smirking at me, and I chuckle awkwardly.

"Pftt, of course not, um-there's a squirrel over there and I was, uh, looking at it?" I stammer, pushing my curls back to look casual.

"No worries buddy, I'm just messing with you. If you try hard enough, you might even have a chance. I've known Lou since grade school, and that guy is about as straight as a noodle." I chuckle at Niall's choice of words and nod.

I look over at Louis again just to see how he's doing and what's going on and no matter what anyone's sexuality is, they would want to do him right now. His biceps are flexing and he was twisting in something deep inside the hood of the car and he looked so sexy. His hair is slightly ruffled and he looks like he jumped off the page of a full spread from Vogue. I watch as he sighs and pulls out the newest iPhone and puts it up to his ear. Louis paces in front of the car as his fingers skid across the screen dialing a number.

"Hey Theo," I hear him say.

"Theo. How many times have I told you to call me Louis?"

After Louis hangs up the phone we walk around Central Park. Louis treats Niall and I to lunch and we sit down at a park bench just chatting. Keeping a close eye on the time, after forty-five minutes we decide to head back. Louis jumps into a car I've never seen before and Niall does the same. How many cars did this kid have? He's a college student in New York, he shouldn't have more than ten dollars lying around.

Driving back to uni, the radio played, the cars honked, but we stayed silent. There wasn't really much to talk about. It was pretty awkward. Louis pulled back into his usual spot and we crashed into the pole and because of my small frame, the airbag crushed my ribs and punctured my lung. oh gosh darn fibble sticks!