Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Hi guys! This story is on fanfiction.net too but I wanted to put it on here too! Please read. Contains major smut, btw. If you're wondering, the surnames are slightly different because fanfiction.net don't allow real people :/

A knock on the door.

"Louis, dear, are you up yet? Only you have to been in Uni in half an hour and your breakfast is ready..." Louis Tomlinsom's mother called to him.

Waking up, Louis realised he had his first day of lessons at University today (the first day had just been finding the classrooms, meeting the lecturers etc.), and got out of bed. He hurriedly put on some dull grey trousers and a fluffy black and white hand-knitted jumper his mother had made him. He didn't exactly look the part, but hardly anyone did in the Uni that he went to. Most people didn't even bother wearing loathers or smart shoes, just trainers or skateboarding shoes.

"Coming, mum." Louis called back. He flattened his unfashionable hair and walked out. Immediately his mother pulled him into a hug.

"Oh, my baby is going to college. I love you!" Her voice was muffled against his jumper.

"Thanks, mum." Louis hugged her back. His parents split up when he was young, meaning he was living with just his mother. "Love you too." He was truly a mother's boy.

Twenty minutes later, he had walked out of the house with his heavy rucksack, which was filled with books, and waited by the bus stop for his friend, Liam Payne. They always walked to school together when they were younger, and nothing had stopped them now, because they both chose the same direction in life - drama. They were both studying drama in Uni, and always stuck together.

"Heya, mate!" Louis called over to Liam, as he walked over. "Let's go."

"Did you draft up the lyrics last night?" Liam looked at his best friend.

"No, sorry, I decided to catch an early night."

"Oh, okay. Oh well, there's always breaks, lunches and after school's."

"Yeah, s'pose." They both trotted off to Uni.

Louis sighed, whilst jotting down different techniques for capturing the audience's attention. Liam noticed this, and whispered: "What's up?"

"I'm bored."

"Well, this isn't exactly the funnest activity-"

"No, no. Look, I'll tell you after school." Louis back down, realising that the teacher, Mr Steer, was giving them an odd look. They hushed for the rest of the lesson.

The bell went around 20 minutes later.

"Are you going to tell me what's up, then?" Liam asked Louis, as the pupils flooded the corridors and gate.

"Well, you see, the thing is, I'm not just bored in lessons... I'm bored ALL the time."

"...yes. Carry on. Or is that it?"

"No, no. I want a change in life. I want something to happen - something drastic. I need some excitement in my life - like a girlfriend, or something or other."

Liam thought about this for a moment, and shrugged his shoulders. Unfortunately for Louis, something drastic was about to happen, but in a bad way...

Earlier that day...

Harry Styles was texting. He did at least two words per second, he was so used to it. He was organising for his gang to meet up. It consisted of guys called Dudley, Spike and Jim, and a tough, butch looking girl called Roxanne, Rox for short. They often went round threatening people, stealing fags or booze, and the guys often tried to pull women (though that never worked). Harry was the laid back one of the group. He always stayed at the back, whilst the others did the dirty. He was cool as a lime, relaxed as a sunny beach.

Today, at around 4:30pm, Louis and Harry would meet for the first time.

"Alright, mate?" Dudley, obviously the gang leader, came over to Harry and pulled him into a bro hug. Spike and Jim did the same. Rox just lifted her head. They all respected Harry, especially when they were bickering between them and Harry took both sides.

"What is we gon' be up to today?" Spike said.

"'Thought we could get some money, if you no what I mean." Jim replied.

"Ugh, you guys are gonna get locked up if you keep beating people up." Harry interjected, the well-mannered one of the lot. They all ignored him, not wanting to offend him. They walked down the same alley Liam and Louis were going down.

Walking down Krate Street, they turned a left. It was dark now, and rain started to pour. The gang put their hoods up, looking more gang-like than ever.

"So, what do you have in mind? What d'you feel like doing that's... 'drastic'?" Liam asked. Louis sniffed.

"How am I supposed to know?" He responded. 5 minutes later, they turned a right, down an alley. The alley had crates of rubbish, landfill bins, lots of litter and rats. It was a quick route though, otherwise Louis and Liam would've had to go all the way round Krate Street.

"Shit. Louis, look." Liam gasped.

"What?" Louis squinted.

"It's that gang! They go round beating people up. Have you never seen 'em before?"

"Urm, no. Nor heard of 'em." A brief pause emerged.

"Hide." Liam broke the silence.

"What-?"

"Hide!"

"No."

"YES!" Liam insisted.

"NO! I'm not scared!" Louis fought back. The gang were at least 15 feet away now. Louis could make out the faces through the pouring rain. There was a rather butch looking girl with dyed purple hair, a skinhead who stayed at the front, a tall guy with spiky hair and a rather small guy, who looked too small to be in a gang. Then, on the far left, was a handsome looking boy with brown curls, and green eyes. They met eye contact for a minute, then Louis looked away, blushing. He stayed to the left, whilst Liam stayed behind a crate, too scared.

Louis edged nearer. Three steps. Two steps. One step, and-

"Woops!" Louis' foot tangled up with Harry's, resulting in Harry on the cold, wet pavement. He quickly got up. The rest of the gang circled round Louis, given him the evils.

"You trying to take our main man?" Spike squared Louis up. The rest giggled.

"He couldn't if he tried." One of the guys came out with.

Dudley stepped up to Louis, who held up his arms, and Dudley took out his wallet upside down, resulting in everything falling out. While Dudley bent down to pick up the money, Louis made a break for it. He was so focused on Dudley, though, that he ran straight in to the girl with the purple hair - Roxanne. She pushed him away from her, pinned him against the brick wall and punched him in the stomach. Louis cried out in pain.

Throughout all this, Harry remained hidden. From behind the crate, Liam put his phone on top volume and played a police siren, so it sounded like a faded police car to Louis and the gang.

"Oh, shit, it's the pigs. Run for it." Dudley screeched. They all did, except for Harry, who picked up Louis driver's license. Then he, too ran. He noticed Liam and the police siren, but overlooked it. He did not like to get involved.

Is Harry really suited for a gang? Does he belong in a friendship with Liam and Louis?