we're not broken, just bent | larry stylinson

part I

It's weird, the way life turns out. I mean, some people have everything they want. Others, well, others have nothing. Harry Styles was one of those who have everything. Now, you'd think he has a perfect life. Perfect grades,  perfect friends and perfect girlfriends. Well, he doesn't have any of that. Yeah, he was a jock and one of the most popular guys in the high school, but he always thought it was just because of his curls and the charm.

Louis Tomlinson was, well, he was one of those who had nothing. Well, nothing but his family, witch, surprisingly to all rich people, was enough for him. He had a mum he adored, a step-dad he loved and four little sisters he'd do anything for. And for him, that was enough. He wasn't popular in school, he was mostly invisible. And he liked it that way. Sometimes. He was always the gay guy with glasses and braces and sometimes that was annoying. He only had four good friends. Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Stanley Lucas. Zayn was the quiet one. He barley spoke, but when he did, he’d always say something really smart and interesting. Liam was the serious one. He’d always make sure no one is in trouble and always help everyone. He reminded Louis of a puppy. Niall was the carefree one. He would always find something fun to do and laugh about. And Stan, well, Stan was the popular one. He was one of the most popular guys in their high school too, but him and Louis were friends since they were babies. And nothing could come between them.

It was during summer when Louis and Harry met. Stan dragged Louis, quite literally, to the town bakery, at 8 in the morning. Louis was still in his PJ’s, complaining to Stan how early it was and that he could ‘still be sleeping instead of being outside in the middle of the night.’ Stan just laughed and told him to stop whining. Louis was leaning on the table, almost sleeping, when he felt someone sit next to him. Stan just went to get their order, so it couldn’t have been him, Louis though. He looked to the side to see the back of a boy with curly hair, sweats and a hipster sweater. He stared blankly at the back of the boys’ head until Stan came back, sitting down across the table. Curly, as Louis named the boy next to him, finally turned around and Louis rolled his eyes once he saw it was Harry. Harry was one of the popular boys in their school and the rich kid everyone loved. Besides Louis.  Louis hated rich kids. He glared at Stan, who just laughed at him. He does that a lot. Louis wondered why he’s even friends with him.

‘’Who’s this, Stanley?’’ Harry asked, not even looking at Louis. Louis glared at him, because 1. Only he could call Stan, Stanley, and 2. That was kind of rude. And even though Louis is known to be the shy kid, he could get extremely sassy. Especially when he was tired.

‘’I’m right here, you know.’’ He dead-panned. Harry turned, looking at the boy with gorgeous blue eyes, leaning on the table and raising his eyebrows.

‘’It speaks, wow.’’ He laughed. ‘’Tell me your name, then, love.’’ He winked. Louis rolled his eyes, muttering  a quiet ‘stuck up rich ass idiot’ before telling Harry his name. Harry smirked and turned back to Stan. For the rest of the time they were at the bakery, Harry ignored Louis and Louis rolled his eyes at everything Harry said, much to Stan’s amusement. Once Stan decided it was time to leave, Louis couldn’t get in the car faster. Once in the car, he waited till Stan was in the car, before speaking.

‘’You could’ve told me he was gonna be there, you asshole. Why was he there? He’s annoying and I don’t like him.’’ Louis rambled, driving to Stan’s house.

‘’Thanks, love.’’ Harry’s voice said from behind him. Louis (he’ll never admit it) let out a very manly scream and slammed the brakes. Luckily, there wasn’t any other car on the street. He turned around and raised his eyebrow at Harry, waiting for him to tell him why is he in Louis’ car. Harry just shrugged and grinned. Louis groaned and for the rest of the car drive, he was quiet. Stan jumped out of the car with a quick ‘take Hazza home and be nice’ before he disappeared in his house. Louis groaned again when ‘Hazza’ climbed on the front seat, grinning stupidly at Louis. He really hated Harry’s dimple, he decided.