Does He Know? (Larry Stylinson One Shot AU)

Louis sighed as he lay on his bed. He hated his life. Why? Well, his main problem was probably the only person he had. It was his father.

Why was he his problem? Well, Louis’ father was nearly stalking his son. He knew everything about Louis. He knew exactly how Louis’ face looked like – he had drawn a few pictures of Louis out of his memories, and they were like photographs.

He knew Louis’ secret tattoo on his hip bone. He knew when Louis had which mood swings. He knew which songs Louis sang when he was alone. He knew his favorite band. He knew how Louis danced through his room when he listened to his favorite songs. He knew how Louis danced in front of his friends. He knew everything about him.

Louis hated it. He wanted to do something his father didn’t know. He wanted to do something he would never know. Something independent of his father.

“Why does he know so much about me?” Louis wondered not for the first time.

When he was younger, he had always thought it was normal. Until he spoke with Niall, Liam, Zayn and Perrie, his best friends, about it. He realized it wasn’t normal. Like, not at all. His father shouldn’t be knowing so much about it.

And now? Now he was eighteen and in his senior year, and his father was still so clingy. He wasn’t allowed to go out when his father didn’t know the club. He wasn’t allowed to move in together with his friends in an own flat because he wouldn’t be able to be there.

Louis was fucking eighteen, and not four! He wasn’t a little kid anymore; he was a young man now! His father should be leaving him alone!

But his father didn’t know anything about that.

Louis sighed. He had to go on the rooftop to call someone, because in the other rooms his father was able to hear him. And he had cameras, even in his bathroom! That was not creepy at all … not!

So here he sat, on the rooftop as he thought about what might me wrong with his father, just when his phone rang.

“Hey?” he asked.

“Hey, mate, ‘s me, Niall,” an Irish voice said.

“Hey, Niall. What’s up?”

“You heard about that new bar? It’s rocking, Perrie said! One of her old friends works there and can get us in! You in?”

Louis suddenly heard his father’s voice calling, “Louis! It’s bedtime!”

The blue-eyed boy looked down from his rooftop, then back at his phone and then to the most popular and newest club in London – the Aquila Bar. He narrowed his eyes and made his decision.

“Of course I’m in! Listen, I’m gonna sneak out around midnight, okay?”

“We’ll wait for you, Lou!”

And when it was midnight and Louis’ father went to bed, Louis snuck out quietly and quickly before running, running to his friends.

~Skipping~

Twenty-year-old Harry Styles looked at the crowd that entered the bar. He laughed silently. This club existed since three weeks, and it was always full – every weekend!

Harry was one of the bartenders of Aquila, and he loved his job. He was paid better than other bartenders of other clubs because Aquila would be able to subsist even when it only opened on weekends. They had lots of money, and they also offered other things than just the club.

Harry stood on his tip toes as he bended over the counter and looked through the crowd for that familiar purple hair of his friend, Perrie.

“Harry!” a girl’s voice yelled and five people walked towards the bar.