c'mon let me ride [larry stylinson] ✔️

8

[ BEFORE WE START yes in the previous chapter i have been editing that for a month, so i left some parts out accidentally, such as the prepping part !! i added it back . . . also, tw // bulimia/anorexia talk + actions ]

"Louis, aren't you going to say anything to that? Miss Davidson was just speaking about how she went to Harvard . . . you've been wanting to go there since you were five. Tell her about it." Jay says, causing Louis to jult awake from his daydream and drop his fork against his filled plate.

The entire table turns to look at him - Jay, Daniel, Lottie, and the guest - and Louis clears his throat to appear more awake, knowing that his father was bound to pull him to the side and scold him for being so tiresome at a time like this. "I actually am thinking about going to Stanford right now."

"Oh! My ex husband went to Stanford. He had a great experience there." Miss Davidson replies with a smile on her face as her gaze shifts from Louis' hands to his face. "Maybe we can check it out together soon? I actually plan to travel these last few months."

"I'm not much of a traveler." Louis quickly adds, though he is. He's just so goddamn tired of his parents trying to set him up with women old enough to be his mother, but, of course, he doesn't have a say in how his life goes. "This has been a fantastic dinner, but I'm afraid that I have . . . school work to get to."

"It can wait! It's only Saturday." his father retorts with a set frown, causing Louis to sit back down in his seat. They were not letting him get out of this dinner. "Actually, why don't you show Miss Davidson your academic awards upstairs in your room? I'm sure she'd love to see that."

Louis blinks and looks at Lottie, who sits in her chair picking at the cold broccoli on her plate with her lips pursed. He waits for her to speak up and say something, but she doesn't. "Okay. Follow me, Miss Davidson."

There is a smile sporting on Jay's face as the two stand up from the dinner table and start to walk towards the stairs. Like there is going to be more than a tour being given; like things were bound to go her way. Louis forces himself to look forward until he makes it to his room where, even then, he doesn't look at the woman.

"Do you play sports?"

Louis clicks his tongue. "I play a bit of footie in my free time. I sing too."

Miss Davidson walks into his room and nods her head, then drops it so that she's looking at the carpet. "I know you're probably going to be frustrated with me when I say this but . . ." Please say you're gay like I am, thinks Louis desperately. Please tell me I am not the only homosexual in the room. "I think I'm in love with you already! I know we just met, but I already feel such a strong connection. . ."

"Oh god."

"Truth is, after my husband divorced me, I've just been looking for a man who I know can take charge and assert dominance when needed . . . and you seem like the type." Miss Davidson swoons as she takes a step forward in Louis' direction, making him take a step back. "A sporty man with good vocal cords? I'm smitten."

"You are twenty-five-"

"And you seem like a mature young man. Tell me you can't see me as your wife."

Louis shakes his head and turns on his heels to leave the room, ignoring the sound of the woman shouting for him to come back and love her. He hurriedly runs down the stairs and grabs his leather jacket from the coat rack, reassuring that there was a key in his pocket before going to the front door.