Larry Stylinson Smut

let's hold hands til we're not lonely anymore

Louis Tomlinson does not fit into the high school hierarchy.

Or if he does, he's so at the bottom that he hardly even counts.

He doesn't really mind either; he finds it much better to sit on the lawns in a small patch of flowers where he can peacefully use his tablet to watch a cartoon or maybe guess the shape of the clouds rather than working hard to keep in your clique.

He's a seventeen year old boy who wears nail polish and flower crowns. His room is still like a kid's, random attempts of art on the walls as well as the light pink and blue wallpaper that adorn the walls.

He just somehow likes being alone.

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He walks into school, his hair pulled back by the flower crown and his bag clutched close to his chest. He ignores the strange looks he always gets, the mutterings of 'the boy who acts like he's a girl'.

Louis' not sure what qualifies him as a girl, but if that's how he is then he supposes it's fine. He doesn't need their approval.

He goes to class early as well, taking his usual seat in the by the corner. He lays his books on the desk and plays with his nails, smiling at the aqua colour he recently painted it.

The bell rings and the door opens, bringing in a breeze that blows the crown off his head. He frowns as he watches it soar to the other side of the classroom. He gets up to reach it before it can blow out of the window, but the crown ends up flying into someone's head.

There's a squeal from the kid who got hit and the class is laughing while Louis stands at his seat feeling nervous. He moves over in a hurry, to kneel beside the now fallen boy.

He's not sure what to say since he can hardly remember the last time he spoke to a classmate but the other boy is speaking soon enough.

"I'm too embarrassed to get up," A raspy voice sounds as the boy removes his hands from his face.

He reveals his eyes first and Louis finds himself looking into the sparkling green eyes before him. The boy shows the rest of his face and Louis finds himself giggling at the high colour in his cheeks.

The boy sits up while putting brushing his messy curly hair out of the way, "Great, now everyone's laughing at me."

Louis stops as soon as he hears it and moves to pick up the pair of glasses that lie with his crown. He examines them carefully, hands feeling the shape and eyes committing them to memory before putting them onto the boy's face, "Here."

The boy moves to pick up the crown and he examines it in the same way Louis had with a twinkle in his eye.

"Here," He says while putting it onto Louis' head, grinning and showing off his dimples when he sees Louis blush.

They sit there for awhile, the rest of the class now unaware of their presence as they always are. They sit and stare, smiling and blushing madly at the other.

The moment is ruined, however, when their English teacher walks in and they're both up immediately, Louis heading straight for his seat while hugging his sweater to his body.

He's not sure if the boy's still looking at him as he plays with his fingers but he thinks it'd be too awkward to look back. He does take a chance, though, and he's relieved to see his head down as he studiously takes notes.

Louis smiles and opens his book to take his own notes when he hears his name.

He looks up to see the teacher reading a list of names and Louis assumes he's taking the register so he goes back to heading up his book. He's startled when he feels a tap on his shoulder.