Good or Bad Influence? Larry Stylinson Fanfic

Chapter 2

"Did you know any of these guy's names?" The police officer asked. At that moment, Louis' mum, Johannah, came in the living room with a tray of biscuits and tea for Liam, Louis and the two police officers.

"Urm, no. Sorry, I only caught their faces..." Louis replied.

"Me too." Liam added.

"Could you describe them to me?" The woman officer next to the man had a pen ready on a notepad. Louis tried as best he could to explain... the purple dyed hair... the shorty... the skinhead... the spiky haired guy... and then - pause. "Are you okay, sir?" The woman officer leaned in. Louis shook his head around, bringing him to sense.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine."

"Was there anyone else?"

"No, there wasn't. Just the four of them." Louis lied, not seeming to know why he didn't mention the curly haired boy. Liam looked at him briefly, and the look in Louis' face told him he knew what he was doing.

"Okay. Thank you." The officers got up. "We'll be in touch soon." They thanked Johannah and left.

"They didn't even touch their tea..." Johannah broke the awkward silence.

Harry woke up twenty minutes after this, but laid in an hour longer. It was Friday, meaning he had to go in to college early today - not like he cared. He hardly ever attended. His attendance record was 76%, and if it dropped below 70% than he would get kicked out of the course. Again, not like he cared. His mum cared, though. And if she found out that Harry was in a gang, she'd go berserk.

Harry lived, like Louis, in a house with his mother. His older sister left home two months ago, meaning it was just them. Harry's mother never found out about him bunking, either, because he always chucked the letters, and he'd be in before her if he did go to college anyway.

He got out of bed, dressed in only his boxers, and checked himself out in the mirror. He adjusted his curly, brown hair (which he liked to think as his trademark) and pulled up his boxer shorts. He was a medium-tall 19 year old, with some minor muscles on his slim figure. It was surprising, though, because all he ever did was eat, really, and only went to the gym once a fortnight.

Talking about food, Harry went down to get some breakfast - after putting his fashionable clothes on.

Downstairs, he put some toast in the toaster and set it. He sat down on the kitchen chair and waited. Feeling something bulge in his tight navy chinos, he took it out - it was that guy's driver's license. His name was 'Louis Tomlinsom', and he had straight-down, hazelnut hair, with the same colour eyes.

Harry didn't know why he picked it up though - he just found himself doing it. He thought he could return it, seeing as it did have his address on it. Yeah, maybe he could be the good samarit-

Ring ring, ring ring

"Hello?" Harry answered his mobile. It was Dudley.

"The pigs never caught us. We're safe - with a ton better off init! We posted your share through your letterbox late last night, mate. Look, about later, me and my mates we're meeting up init-"

Harry hang up. For some reason, he was disgusted about Dudley bragging about Louis. He walked over to the letterbox, picked up a brown parcel with 'HARRY' on it and opened it. A hundred pounds. But, that was all of it? Wow, that was more than a share. He found himself putting on his shoes, and walking out of the door, walking down 18 houses to wear Louis lived.

"So, mate, what are you planning on doing, today?" Liam asked Louis, halfway through Nigella Kitchen. Louis scowled at him, and told him to wait for the credits. Nigella Lawson was loved by Louis.

Ten minutes later, the credits rolled, and Louis asked what Liam had asked him before. Liam asked him again.

"We could draft up those lyrics?" Louis suggested.

"Great idea. Let's do it." Liam replied, pulling out a pen and some paper, as if he meant for Louis to say that.

"So the first line was... um... can't remember now." Louis pointed out.

"A-hah! You're insecure-"

Ding, dong.

"Ugh, I'll get it." Louis got up. He walked over to the door and opened it. When he did, he just stood there, mouth probably wide open. There, in front of him, was the curly-haired boy he'd met before.

"Hi." He said.

"Urm, hi." Louis replied. Harry scratched his head for a second.

"Look, I, ur, got your money. Sorry about yesterday."

"Oh, it's okay. I shouldn't of tripped you up." Harry smiled at this, his teeth showing. Louis smiled automatically too, because he looked so goddamn hot with that smile. Ouch.

"Oh shit, my toast." Harry realised. "See ya later Louis!" He shouted, already halfway down the street. Louis leaned out and waved, the closed the door. He leaned back against it, clutched the brown parcel and smiled. He said my name.