Dinner Party [larry stylinson]

Dinner Party; Chapter Two

Louis' POV:

I bit my lip, shifting back in my seat. My father shot me a smile, the most fake I've ever seen.

Me and him never had the best relationship. He'd always be too busy with business trips and meetings to pay any attention to his family. And if you asked me, that was a pretty sick. If I were him, I'd be utterly embarrassed and disappointed to have never had a real conversation with my son. Let alone exchange a few words without feeling the room suffocate with awkward tension.

I pushed myself past those thoughts, letting them sink back on the boy who sat causally next to me.

He seemed, okay. Though I usually said that about everyone until I got to know them. Though I felt the need to think a little more highly of him than just, 'okay'.

The boys cheeky yet frustrated and fake attitude intrigued me more than it should.

I tapped my fingers on my lap quietly, listening to the banter and clinking of glasses from around the table. It was then that I realized everyone was talking, enhanced in something, except me and the curly haired lad.

I cleared my thought a bit, running my hand through my feathery hair as I shifted my body towards the boy.

I suddenly felt very small, body looking much frailer and weak compared to the tall, lanky and fit boy that sat beside me. Sure I had some muscle, but nothing compared to what this boy had.

I watched as Harry raised an eyebrow, a faint smile across his face as he turned his attention away from his lap and to me. I felt the little bit of confidence that I had before grow back inside me. A light smirk now dancing across my thin pink lips.

"Hey," I said simply, realizing how snobby and over confident it sounded, causing myself to cringe slightly at myself as I waited for the boys reply.


Harry's POV:

I stared blankly down at my lap, fiddling with my long fingers in hope to keep myself occupied.

I knew I'd get in trouble for this later. The fact that I was so disconnected from the table and doing what my mum would call 'giving the family a bad name.'

Well sure, it was a bit rude of me. But knowing no one at the table who I care enough to speak to, there was no point in trying.

Well...there is that Louis boy. The one sitting right next to me. But what makes me think he would start up conversation? He is as blanked out as me.

My thoughts were cut off when a sensed the boy shift. I glanced over, smiling faintly. Well, I guess I was wrong.

"Hi." I chuckled softly, finding the tone of the boys voice a bit amusing.

Louis laughed softly, looking up at me. "As bored as I am?" He asked with light scoff. I nodded, rolling my eyes in the directions of the others.

"Like hell." I mumbled.

"Well," the boy started with a light shrug "Once they get to drunk to realize, we could sneak up to my room. promise it's more entertaining."

I made a slight pondering face then shrugged with a nod. "Anything but this sounds great. So, sure."

"Great." He smiled, turning back to his plate.

"Great." I repeated

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hey guys! sorry this chapter sucks! it's a bit of a filler, but should give you a better idea of the characters. anyways, hope you enjoy! the next chapter will be better