When Hate Is Love ≈ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 1

So this is the first chapter of "When Hate Is Love". I hope you like it. Sorry its very long. Please vote and comment. Love you.xx

Louis’ P.O.V

“Just drop me off here” I yelled stressed and threw some money at the taxi driver, before I jumped out of the cap and slammed the door, just to jump right back against it, because god there where a lot screaming teenage girls. And now you might think, why are there screaming teenage girls? And yes I’m thinking the same.

I’m in New York at “Jones Beach Theater”. And why I am there? I’m watching One Direction and no I’m not a crazy fan, it’s much better.

My life is pretty normal. I’m twenty-one years old, I live in Doncaster in England and I go to UNI to become a drama teacher, but right now I have summer vacation, so that’s just great. I’m spoiled, always been mommy’s star since I’m the only boy out of 5 children so. I have money, but not much when it’s compared to my best friend Niall Horan from One Direction.

Yes you heard me right; my best friend is Niall Horan. He moved from Mullingar, to Doncaster when he was about 11 because his parents split. He moved into the house next to me, and I fell for his Irish charm immediately, or something like that.

Our friendship started because my mom convinced me to go in and say hello to the new kid next door, and as the perfect son I am, I did what my mom said.

At first I always made fun of him. I’m not even sure why he wanted to be my friend, because I wasn’t very nice to him. I made a lot fun of his accent, but he never got angry, he just shot back with a feisty comment. I invited him to hang out with my friends, only because I wanted to make even more fun of him, but then my friends started to like him and then I was like, why not?

Now to the point: Niall and his band are performing at “Jones Beach Theater” to night and as the best friend I am, I flew from London last night to join him.

And no I’m not one of those people who stick to his famous friend to become famous. Niall is still the same boy with no girls and a small dick.
And that’s a lie; he got a lovely girlfriend named Selina and a not so small dick anymore. How do I know what size his dick is? It’s another story.

I met his friends… well because I’m his friend and I must approve his friends, but that doesn’t matter because my opinion doesn’t count, cause if it did then Styles would’ve been kicked far away.

I stepped back from the cap and walked behind it to get my luggage. I pulled my suitcase and sports bag out, and now you may think why both a suitcase and a sport bag? And yes it is a lot but I’m not only invited to watch an incredibly great show, but also a week on holiday in Portugal, in the most amazing holiday house, and don’t ask me how much it coast because I paid nothing.

And Danielle, Perrie and Selina are also going and because I’m so awesome Niall wanted me to come, and who would I be if I said no to that. As you can see Styles isn’t bringing anybody and that’s probably because he doesn’t have any friends. He’s just a nineteen years old boy, with too many money and fame he shouldn’t have, because he just misuses it.

And no I’m not jealous, why would I? I wouldn’t want to be a selfish manwhore. My life is good as it is. My eyes grew wide when I saw the place I was going to spend my evening at. It was huge. I walked over the road, but as soon as I got closer to the venue I was lost. I really had no idea where I was going. I looked around trying to find a sign or something. Maybe Niall had put a sign up to tell me where I should go, but nope nothing. I sighed and the sun burned my body. And maybe I didn’t check the weather, I just thought it would be a little bit cooler, because I was wearing a light blue t-shirt, a sweatshirt and black tight jeans... Not so smart. I walked closer to an entrance and found a man who could help me get inside.I stuck my hand into my pocket to get my backstage pass, but my pocket was empty. I started to panic. My hands slid over my body desperate to find the pass, but there were nothing. My body started to bubble. The heat, the screaming girls and now this didn’t make it better. I ran my hand though my hair and sighed…