Blackout [Larry Stylinson]

3: Kid

“Yo, did you know that bloke?” Ashton asked, making Louis roll his eyes at the boy's 'tough' choice of words. Of course, he was talking about Harry, the curly-haired lad Louis had just managed to bump into at the store a few hours ago; they had been for the whole walk it took to get to their alley (yes, 'their' alley; the one Perrie had claimed for them and everyone knew it). Louis had no idea why they were stuck on the younger boy as the subject, but he oh-so dearly wished they would stop. When the group talked about something (or, in this case, someone) this much it would often lead to trouble. Louis didn't know why he felt so much empathy towards Harry, but he didn't want him to get involved in a gang (especially his gang).

“Ow!” Louis whined, rubbing his side where Liam had managed to elbow him.

He had zoned out on accident; that often happened when he was thinking about something important (as if Harry was important to him).

“He asked you a question, Tomlinson,” It was a warning from Liam, but Louis wasn't scared. It wasn't like Liam had the power to do anything to him; only Perrie could and she wasn't there right then.

Ashton rolled his eyes at the way Liam lowered his voice in an attempt to sound 'dark' and 'mysterious'. “Chill, Li,” he warned, shoving the dark-haired boy out of his eye sight, to which Liam did a little spin back into place. The smirk on Ashton's face was priceless before he turned back to Louis, “Bet you can't do a spin like that, can ya, Little T?” He teased and Louis smiled.

The topic was dropped; Louis didn't think it would ever be brought up again.

*~*~*

"What if he's his secret boyfriend or something?" Liam asked from where he was sitting on a swing, watching Ashton pace in front of him. As soon as the words left his mouth, Liam's gang mate turned and gave him a glare like no other.

Liam rose his eyebrows, then shook his head. “Right, sorry,” he apologized dumbly, even though he knew now that he had put the possibility in Ashton's head, he wouldn't forget about it.

And he was right, because Ashton's face lit up so quick his own jaw almost dropped.

“He had a kid,” Ashton said and right away, Liam was confused.

“Who?” He scrunched up his nose. “Tomlinson?”

Ashton rolled his eyes. “No, idiot,” he pretended to smack Liam, to which the boy acted as if he got hit. “I mean the curly one!” He corrected through his laughter.

Liam squinted his eyes a bit as if trying to remember. “Oh, yeah, yeah,” he smiled. “Green eyes!”

Ashton nodded to acknowledge Liam's memories. “I got an idea,”

Liam rose his eyebrows.

“But we'll need Perrie,” Ashton took Liam's wrist and started walking out of the park they had scared all the people out of.

“What about Ed?”

Ashton did his (now signature) eye roll. “Please; we don't need that lazy bastard.”

*~*~*

Harry smiled at Niall as he helped him slip his onesie on for bed time. The curly-haired boy knew for a fact that this one was his favorite; it was blue with lollipops spotted all over it and it even had the feet, just as Niall liked it.

"Story?" Niall asked happily after sliding into bed. His sheets were lined with blue (his favorite color, if it wasn't too obvious to figure out by now); they were the ones Harry had bought for him when he had found himself with a bit of extra money a few months ago.

Harry nodded his head, “Okay, just a short one before I leave,” Since he couldn't say no to those big, blue eyes.

Quickly, Niall got settled and Harry sat down on the edge of the bed mattress. He ended up telling a story about the afterlife of The Three Little Pigs with a rushed ending [since it was almost nine o'clock and that was when he was supposed to be on his way].

After kissing his little brother goodnight, Harry left for the club, praying he wouldn't bump into Louis again.