A Big Larry Musical - Act 1

Act 1 - Chapter 1 - The Party

Songs for this Chapter: C'mon C'mon Live While We're Young
Sing along or listen to the actual song if you can, you'll enjoy it better.

It's the end of summer, before the beginning of the last year of school. Louis is inside the train station, on the glass walk that connect the Manchester Arena to the actual railway, looking down at the people walking in and out of shops and restaurants, sighing slightly.

Two girls pass behind him, giggling and whispering and giggling again, glancing at him in blatant interest. Louis' had a grow spurt during the vacation months but he's not used to it. Yet.
Of course he didn't grown in height, he's as short as always and a little too tiny for his own taste, but his cheekbones are more defined, a bit of scruff appeared on his chin and his ass and thighs... well they are still big as ever, not that he likes them but... perks of being a football player.
He's not very thrilled to begin the new year though. Louis is not exactly popular, he likes a few people and they like him back. Most of his friends comes from the Drama Club and the Football team. His very best friends are Stan Lucas, who Louis knows since he was born, shortly followed by Zayn Malik, star of their team and the finest street artist Louis has ever seen. They met in year 5, during one of Louis' first detentions, and they bonded immediately. Their moms also became friends and since then it's always been the three of them.
Last year though a new member joined the unholy trinity, who became the unholy trinity and one good guy thank God, when Liam Payne, a transfer student from Wolverhampton, joined the football team, proving himself to be an amazing goal keeper, a great drinking buddy and the only one who's apparently capable to contain Louis loudness, with strong words and gentle manners.
Louis is, in fact, the loudest person in the whole world. Universe maybe. He has always thought that his physical appearance was too flamboyant, too much on the gay side to fit in a normal high school society so he tried to emphasize it, wearing striped shirts and braces and glowing like the fucking sun every single day. He also used his natural sassyness to talk back to whoever tried to mock him, so nobody in school really bothers him for his sexuality, which is a relief because he had heard so many stories growing up and he is really happy to not be a victim of bullism.
He was in Manchester that day, searching for the right outfit to wear for Niall Horan's party that night.
Niall is one of the players of the school Tennis team, really talented, filthy rich and probably the only person in the galaxy almost as loud as Louis.
Louis' not that happy to go to the party, but Zayn talked him to go, because of fucking course Zayn has to have a crush on one of the most unreachable person on Earth. He could have tried to catch Harry Styles, just in case Niall wasn't enough of a challenge to him.
Harry is Niall's partner in tennis double matches. 6'2'' of toned body, soft curls, lovely dimples and the greenest eyes Louis has ever seen. Not that he's been watching. Styles is the epitome of the straight sporty 18 years old, always surrounded by skinny cheerleaders and some other samples of the school female population. Louis has never really talked to him, just a couple of words here and there, but he doesn't despise the guy, he's just a bit too much popular and apparently self-centered for Louis' liking.
Louis comes out of the shop with a bag full of new clothes, red trousers, a blue button down with a white neck and white braces with red and blue stripes. Good enough for Niall's big soiree, which isn't going to be the usual pool party in the regular Horan style but a proper luncheon set in the famous Liv Club in Peter Street in Manchester. Horan rented the Club (what money can't do nowadays) and invited the whole school to join him to celebrate the end of summer.
Louis sighs. He really doesn't want to go... he's going to end up sitting at one of the booths or the sofas, watching the suggestive and colorful lights on the ceiling and glaring at Harry Styles griding on the girl of the moment. Which is not where his thoughts were supposed to end, but there you go.
Styles. Hot annoying Styles.
What Louis would do to him is noone's business but his own.
Louis' laugh echoes in the big hall inside the Manchester Arena. He enters McDonald's with his smile still wide on his mouth, thinking about the shitty night that was waiting for him.