Identity || Larry Stylinson (A.U)

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Gonna write in 1st person POV cause I give up

Louis' POV

I decide to walk to school this morning. It's not that my mum finally told me to get a life and get off my learner license like she always does, but rather because I feel a bit more energetic than I normally would. So, with that in mind, I take my bag from off the hook in the front room and start unlocking the door.

"Leaving already?" Mum asks me and I nod, making sure she knows that I'm walking. I have to leave 15 minutes earlier when walking for obvious reasons.

I get to school quite fast as I know I'll be late if I didn't hurry along a little. Running up the stairs, the second bell for roll call and I just step a foot into the classroom.

"Look who decided to make it." Some kid in the back of the class yells as I walk in. I look down in embarrassment and quickly scurry into my seat in the front.

After about 5 minutes in, the teacher's finished marking our names off and we're free to go and wait for our class to start. Unluckily for me, my class is on the other side of the school.

The rest of the periods before lunch go on quite normally. Harry isn't in any of my classes for today so I will only get to see him at lunch. The bell rings for lunch break and everyone pushes out of the classroom as if there's some sort of prize waiting on the other side.

I manage to find Harry trying to unlock his locker. I decide to sneak up on him.

"Boo." I say and the reaction I get is priceless. He jumps so high and instead of having his normal, deep voice, he lets out a high pitched squeal. I burst into laughter when I see his reaction.

"Not funny." He says, pouting his lip but then starts laughing along with me. It's great to mess around with Harry because he's like a delicate flower.

I smile to myself as Harry closes his locker and follows me into the cafeteria. Without checking if he's still beside me, I sit down on a table, expecting him to follow along. However, when I turn around, he's not in sight.

I sigh and look around for him and see him standing to someone I would never have expected, a few metres away from me.

Niall.

"Harry!" I yell out, making him quickly turn around as his eyes meet mine. He cocks his head to the side in hope of an answer to my sudden yell. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

Harry nods and murmurs something quietly to Niall, Niall nodding and then walking off. Harry comes to sit next to me and dumps his bag on the floor.

"Please don't talk to Niall." I say quickly, not letting myself to think. Harry raises an eyebrow.

"Why not?" He asks. I knew he would ask something like this. I look at the floor and shake my head.

I sigh. "The reasoning isn't what's important. Just, don't."

"See, I don't understand why I can't talk to someone if you have no reasons for it. Give me a proper reason and I'll drop it." He says, firmly this time.

I don't want to tell Harry that Niall and I got into a fight because I'm not sure what he'll think and I don't think he'd want to associate with me. I know I'm thinking things through a bit too much, but I really want Harry as my friend, not Niall's. Selfish, I know, but I can't help it. I don't believe he should take sides, but I want him to take mine more than Niall's.

Guess you could just say I'm just salty because of the other day.

"I take that as a no. Maybe you should talk to Niall, he seems to be nice." Harry says, practically dragging me out of my chair and towards Niall. I try to get out of his grip but he's too strong and he's much bigger than I am.

I hate being short.

"Niall, this is Louis. Louis this is Niall." Harry says happily as we reach one another, as if we hadn't met before.

"Yeah, I know about this puny kid." Niall laughs, but in a more insulting way than a friendly way. I scowl.

"You're not much bigger than me." I say, proving my point by raising myself a little higher on my toes and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Whatever. At least I don't dress like a lesbian." Niall says and my mouth drops open wide enough to fit a truck.

I glare at him, and then look at Harry. He looks slightly disappointed, yet worried. I bite the gum on the inside of my cheek and try to stop myself from saying something I'd regret.

"Well at least I don't eat a whole restaurant at a time. Pig." I mumble, so he can just hear me.

"What was that, thin lips?" Niall says and I roll my eyes out of annoyance. I don't understand why he can't just drop the act and stop making me feel like the bad guy.

It's not my fault he had to bring that girl with him to my house when we were meant to hang out and it's not my fault that she screwed up everything between us.

"What was that, fake blonde?" I say and see Niall's eyes get filled with anger. He hates when I bring that up, especially now that we're in front of Harry, even though it's obvious.

"Wait, you're not really blonde?" Harry speaks up and Niall just glares back from Harry to me. I shake my head and look the other direction.

"Niall, why can't we just get along?" I ask and face back towards him. "It's not my fault that you brought along that girl with you." I say and Niall rolls his eyes, then looks down at the floor.

He jerks his head up quickly after an awkward moment of pausing. "You know what? Whatever Louis. You can't keep blaming her for everything." He says looking up again. "Come on Harry, let's go." He pulls Harry along with him.

Harry mouths a 'sorry' and follows Niall to another table in the room, leaving me alone in the middle of the cafeteria.

ONLY 1 MORE EXAM LEFT AND IM FUCKING HAPPY

no im not someone please hug me i am so fucked and scared rn 

of getting the marks back and disappointing ma self and parents

help me plz

;-:

~Lord