It's Time - Larry AU

» Chapter 3 «

Louis did not expect to hear from Harry so soon as he did. Especially not the next day. And especially not 6 am.

Being the light sleeper he was, Louis woke up to his phone ringing under his pillow.

He first thought that it was his alarm, and groaned, turning on his back, not bothering to turn it off. Then he took a look at the clock.

He didn't set his alarm at 6 am.

He searched for the phone, and noticed an incoming call.

From Harry.

Confused as hell, he swiped answer and brought the phone to his ear.

"Harry?" Louis said as he answered the phone with a confused, terrible, raspy morning voice.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!"

"Harry Styles can you read the clock?"

"Course I can!"

"Then you should know that the school doesn't start in another 3 hours and that it's fucking 6 am."

" Ah I guessed you wouldn't be too much of a morning person, so I got you a coffee on my way to your house."

" My house? What the hell?" Louis sat up on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed.

" Yeah, I'm heading to yours at the moment."

" In the name of the Lord and our savior Jesus Christ why are you heading to my place at 6 am at a school morning." Louis rubbed his hand over his face, wondering if this was just a dream. With a pinch to his arm he noted that yes, he was indeed awake and that freaking hurt.

" We're going on a mission my dear Loui-ee."

" A mission...Harry are you high? Drunk?"

" No I'm not, Louis. But more importantly, I'll be there in about 15 minutes so I suggest you put on a smile and your clothes. Bye Louis!"

" Harry wait I have school not to mention that you do too and why-"

*click*

"That bitch hang up on me?" Louis hissed to himself and threw the covers aside. He got up from his bed and stood still for a moment. He could stay home, hell he probably should stay home and call the police. Harry could be a serial killer for all he knew. Or maybe a kidnapper.

But something just told Louis that that was not the case. But people in his school had probably told Harry some shit about him. They just must have, so why Harry wanted to hang out with him so badly?

Something just told him that Harry wouldn't be any trouble for him. Something was telling him that he should go. He really hoped that his mind was making the right choice, as he made his way to the bathroom to do his business, take his vitamins and brush his teeth.

About 10 minutes later Louis was dressed and somewhat awake. He was sitting on his bed, looking aimlessly around his room. Wearing a t-shirt from the day before yesterday and grey sweatpants, Louis didn't feel so stunning.

He didn't even know what he was doing, but when he heard a car pull on the driveway, he got up and grasped his backpack where he had stuffed a hoodie in case he got cold, his notebook, charger, his wallet. His phone was on his sweatpants's pocket, and he felt it vibrate in his pocket as a notification of a text message. Louis didn't bother checking it since he knew it was Harry.

His mom was thankfully working an early shift, so he didn't need to be quiet or explain where he was going. Not that he even knew where he was going. Nonetheless, he still tiptoed to the front door. With a shake of a head Louis opened the door, and stepped outside.