Larry One Shots

Hey, Mr. President

Ok so. This is all over the place. A friend sent me this, and as I went into the editing I realized that no. I didn't want Harry to bottom. And no. That character is not at all how Louis is...so I decided to go back, and redo everything. So bare with me.

This is basically Larry running for student president. ♥
There is a mention of Zouis and gross Grimmy tho.

~I lost my phone while editing, that's why it's taken so long to post! I have finally received my phone (exactly today 👏🏻) and so I'm officially ready to post this and I have a few prompts lined up! ~
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Louis stared up at the bulletin board in the elective hallway. There had to be at least twenty different sign up sheets for various clubs and events, including glee club. He had been debating on finding something to do in the afternoons glee didn't meet since Zayn was away in New York.
Zayn hadn't been the most attentive since leaving, either. He had begun ignoring calls, not returning text messages, and not returning e-mails. When he finally got around to sending a reply, they were short.

Come on, Louis, there has to be something you can do to pass the time. Out of all these clubs there has to be a club or two that looks fun. He took out a pen from his pocket and started to examine sheet after sheet.

This is my senior year. I only get one. Why shouldn't I make it the best one ever? Maybe I'll sign up for a bunch of stuff and see what I like.

Louis started to pick random clubs and signed his name to them. Superhero Sidekicks club. Sewing club. Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. Cooking Club. Poetry in Motion Club. The list went on. It was overkill, but nothing was set in stone; he could quit any one he didn't like. He couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn to one sign up sheet in particular. His pen drifted up to the top of the bulletin board where a picture of the head of Principal Higgins was pasted on top of an Uncle Sam figure, the words "Grossmont High Needs You!" written in multicolored crayons. As soon as pen touched paper, he heard the voice of fellow glee club member, Taylor Swift.

"What do you think you're doing, Louis Toplinson?" she asked in an almost accusatory tone, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Tomlinson smiled, always amused that Taylor never bothered to learn his last name. "I'm running for senior class president," he stated happily. Taylor's face fell in shock as hers was the only other name on the sheet.

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Harry walked down the hall, his feelings slightly hurt that Taylor hadn't asked him to run with her as vice president. Instead, she had chosen Calvin. When he asked her about it, she explained that there was a possibility that running as a pair might affect their relationship as friends, and she had no desire to do that. It made sense to Harry, but it still made him a little sad.

"Hey, why the long face, Haz?" Louis asked as his friend approached.

"Nothing. I'm okay, don't worry about me," Harry lied. Before Louis could argue, Calvin and Taylor came up to them, a determined look on both of their faces.

Calvin smugly informed the pair that he was Taylors's running mate, and as such, Louis needed one as well. Without the consent of either teenager, Taylor had declared she wanted Harry to run opposite her with Louis.

"Uh, are you sure that's a good idea?" Louis asked skeptically. Harry was his friend, but he hadn't proven himself to be the brightest when it came to politics or school policies.

"Yes, it's just fine," Calvin said. "Now you two need to get ready. The debate is this Thursday in the auditorium. I've prepared a list of possible questions that may be asked so that we are all on even ground. It's up to you to come up with your own responses," Calvin said, handing over a sheet of paper. "See you gentleman at the debate." With that, he wheeled away, Taylor following close behind him.