Captured (Larry Stylinson)(Student/Teacher)✔️

Rip It Off

Hey! This'll be super short, it's 12:12 and I'm suppose to be sleeping right now. Literally I had to sneak downstairs and log in my iPad. I might get in trouble, but oh well. Anyway, this is a quick chapter. May not be long but it's what I can do. Enjoy:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):) (wow. Waaaay to many smiles...)

Louis P.O.V

   It was officially Saturday now, and I was still laying down on my bed and watching YouTube videos. The videos were of random people getting random tattoos. It was all pretty interesting, actually. I learned a lot about some of these people, just from seeing what they got. From my bedside table, my phone buzzed. I reached and got it, pressing accept to the call. I put it on speaker and set in on my chest and went to google, typing in 'best tattoos.' The results came immediately. "Louis?"

"Hey Zayn. What's up?"

"You know that Josh dude? The one that sat by us today?"

"I do know that Josh dude that sat by us today." My voice was thick with sarcasim.

"Great... Well, he's Mr. Styles', boyfriend's cousin. Ya know, Niall's cousin. He was telling me all about it just a few minutes ago." I nodded, not caring much. "You don't care. Cool. Whatever, I'm sorry I called-"

"Zayn! Stop being a cry baby, geez. I'm looking up tattoos. I wanna get a new one, but I don't know what to get." Tattoos were a thing that could always distract Zayn.

"I'm getting a new one, too! It's going to say ZAP! In huge letters. It'll stand for Zayn And Payne. Get it, because Liam's last name is Payne?" I nodded.

"Seems ligit. What should I get?"

"Get a star. Or a freaking boat to go with your stupid compass."

"Hey, don't mock the compass! Anyway, what'd you and Liam do after school?" A smirk grew on my face. I knew what they did. And I had an idea that so did the neighbors.

"Nothing. We just... Talked."

"Talked with what? Your asses?"

"Louis!" I barked out a laugh, feeling myself become out of breath. "Your a sick man, Louis Tomlinson. But you are a pretty sweet one. Anywho, Liam's getting a tattoo right on the same place, only it'll be four large arrows pointing. So when he lifts his arm horizontally, it'll point at my heart." I cooed. That was so sweet. "You should have the 'Oops' that Mr. Styles wrote to you on that note. Like that it under her arm or whatever."

"That's not a bad idea, actually. Also, tomorrow, I need to dye my hair."

"What color?"

"Orange." He chuckled and I could sense him shaking his head. "It'll look good, I swear." I wasn't going to bleach my hair blonde, and orange was a pretty sweet color.

"Whatever, man! It ain't up to me!" I sighed. He was no help. "But, I think you'd look good with green."

"Yeah and have it look like poop when it starts to fade?" He laughed loudly, making me turn down the volume.

"Yep! Anyway, I've gotta go. See you later." And the line clicked off. Well then...

I woke up many hours later, waddled up in my blanket. Someone was knocking at my door. "Who is it?!" I called, knowing my voice could be heard through these thin walls.

"Zayn! Come on!" I suppressed a groan as I got up and stumbled to the door and opened it. Zayn was standing on the other side, hair matter and clothes ruffled. "Dude, let's go. Josh has been waiting for decades at the café." My brows creased. When did we make plans? "Liam is still sleeping. He doesn't feel good." He walked in, not bothering for an invitation. Well, I guess I don't have a say... "Fuck man, clean up every once in a while." I rolled my eyes and walked back to my room to look for clean clothes.