Player - Larry Stylinson

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HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY DANIA!! THIS IS FOR YOUUU AND IM SORRY IT TOOK LONGG!!! LOVE YOUU........... BTW THIS IS ONLY PART ONE!!

Dedicated to OnlyInOneDirection45 

Louis stumbles through the sweaty, full drunk bodies as he tries to find a way out of the overwhelming club. Loud music vibrates through his small body as he tries to stable himself with anything he finds a grip on. The alcohol he consumed a few minutes ago is still fresh in his system. His head weighs everything down and his eyes try their best to stay open. The swaying bodies around him slow him down as he tries to dodge them with the low amount of strength he has left. A wave of fresh air hits him and he follows the sense to find his way out of this unpredictable place, only to be coated with a big breeze followed with a shudder running down his spine. Well at least he is out of that place. The music is still loud but quietter than before as he tries to follow his feet without giving up on them. Street lights shine their usual self above everyone, overpowering their small postures. A vibration shocks his groin area as his hand reaches for his phone, answering the call.

"hmm.." Louis mumbles into the phone, as he slides along the wall, knowing that's the only thing holding him up.

"Louis, where are you, I'm at the same place like last time.. My front lights are on so ts easier for you to find me." Zayns voice comes out of the other end as louis tries to comprehend with what he was saying.

"Wait, I think I can see you lou.." Louis body slips of the edge the wall, clearly stating that the wall doesn't carry on from their. And he falls forward, knocking into a warm body. His hands grip onto the body clearly scared to fall, his visons goes blurry. The body moves holding onto louis and shoves him back, not happy to the fact he fell on him.

"The fuck man!"

The phone falls from his hand and he can't seem to be thinking straight as he stands there clueless staring into the piercing eyes. The figure moves a bit out of the shadow he was hidden in and louis can see his features clearly now. Firstly, it's a man, but he can easily be mistaken for girl because of the curly locks that fall on his prominent face. Another figure appears from behind the man and approaches Louis, now this ones a girl. Her hands reach Louis chest as she comes closer.

"Come on Harry, don't be that harsh, clearly it was an accident." The females voice fills Louis' ears, her hands are still roaming around Louis' chest and he takes a step back uncomfortably. She smiles at him and eyes him up and down, before the guys voice speaks again.

"Okay, Leave now," He steps in front, up to Louis' face. "What are you looking at?" Louis could smell the liquor that he may have had and looks terrified as he breaths out heavy breaths that dance in the cold nights air. His heavy glare shoots through Louis and he is frozen, why did he have to be so mean? The curly haired furrows his eyebrows as he inches closer to Louis' pale face, "I swear to god shorty, if you don't move.." A hand grabs Harrys shoulder and he turns his head to see a complete stranger.

"Calm down, we are going." Zayn grabs louis from the arm and drags him away, eyeing Harry who seems to be doing the same thing to him.

"Keep your little bitch under control mate." Harry shouts back at them, as they disappear from his view. The female grabs his neck and they finish what was rudely interrupted, connecting their lips together in a heatfull kiss. Harry steps back a bit, stepping onto something with a crunch noise, stopping what they were doing he bends down to grab a phone lying there. Maybe it was that little bitches?

"Are you okay Louis?" Zayn asks worry flashing threw his face as they get out of the car and into Louis' apartment. Louis was quiet through the whole journey and didn't want to talk, mainly because he felt sick with a throbbing headache. He just wanted his bed.

A couple of days later.

Louis' hands vigorously tap on his steering wheel as he goes over the lines he learnt all last week with Zayn. He isn't sure if he should be doing this, seeing as he just got sacked from his previous job a couple of weeks ago. With many mixed thoughts he finds himself at the main office of the school and people directing him to the head teacher's office, for where he is going to get interviewed. His feet tap along to the faint radio as he waits to be called in.

A women walks out of the office and walks towards Louis, his hands are far worse than sweaty right now as he swallows looking up at her.

"Mr Styles is ready for you," She smiles and Louis stand up trying to return the smile but fails miserably. He straightens his suit and re adjusts his tie as he makes his way slowly towards the office, knocking at it 2 times.

"Come in." A deep but familiar voice calls out from behind the door and Louis opens and enters. He can't seem to see anyone, as he searches the room, there's a chair behind the desk and a mop of curls sits behind it. The chair spins only to be met with the same face he met a couple of days ago. Louis' mouth swings open as for his eyes widen, Harry reacts the same way, but then straightens up as he gets up to shake the smaller boys hand. Louis' face is still the same and he steps forward to shake the strong hand. Straightening from his previous reaction.

"You!" Louis small voice speaks up as he looks at the man before him unapprovingly.

"Yes, it's me, hows your boyfriend?" Harry chuckles, but Louis' stares at him shocked.

"How did you even get this job, your rude as fuck!" Louis blurts out, not realising that it may affect his future job.

"Well, that's an excellent first impression on your interview, I hope everyone likes a mouthy guy." Harry smirks at Louis waiting for a funny reaction.

"Sorry, but you're a horrible person." Louis admits as he sits down ready for the interview of his life.

"Oh, no one's ever told me that," there's a hint of sarcasm in his response and Louis doesn't like it.

"Should we get started then?" Harry takes his notepad out ready to take the important notes down, starting off with... he has really blue eyes..

"Okay, so What's Your name?" Harry speaks up jotting the answers that leave Louis' mouth.

"Louis William Tomlinson" Louis announces as he shuffles in the black marked chair opposite Harry.

"Why do you want this job and it says here that you got sacked from our previous one, is there anything about you that I need to know?" Harry looks up at him with curiosity and studies his face for an answer. Louis fiddles with his fingers on his chair as he bites his lip, before answering.

"Erm..Well, I want this job because I studied English major and graduated with a qualification in English and I love working with kids think they just need a person they can open up to and someone who won't judge them.." Louis gets interuped as Harry rushes in.

"And you think that's you?" He sounds surprised which Louis doesn't find the need of being.

"Yes, I do!" He stands his ground not wanting anyone to bring him down for being confident. "And as I was saying before I got rudely interrupted by someone here, yes I did get sacked from my previous job because my boss didn't want me there anymore and we had an argument.." Louis doesn't find the need of getting into details right now, who knows he might not even get the job.

"You might want to fix up our attitude little miss, since I am going to be your boss, and you don't want to be talking to your boss like that now do you?" Harry leans over the desk that separates the two men as he pouts staring into the blue orbs of young tommo. "As I said some people don't like a mouthy guy..."

"Oh, but you do, don't you?" Louis surprises himself by speaking up, saying something he didn't think he ever would. Harry's smirk widens and he chuckles sitting back in his comfy chair. "you're something new you are." Harry sighs whilst grinning.

"Anyways last question... Are you in a relationship?" Louis furrows his eyebrows not knowing where this sort of question will come in handy.

"Why do you want to know that!" Louis' voice is louder than he assumed as the words role of his tongue. He doesn't even find the need of telling anyone his relationship status, especially not a ignorant curly head SO CALLED head teacher!

"I ask all my employees don't worry love, you're not my type of guy, and there is no need to get defensive." Harry can't help but find his reaction amusing, as a smirk appears on his face showing of his damn dimple that everyone adores.