Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

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In front of me raindrops run down the windowpane, the moon shimmers darkly through the thick cloud layer. On the street cars drive by, the rain sparkles in their headlights. The town is black, only single neon signs are to be seen. On the opposite side of the street a pink logo blinks: 'World Music', the most popular disco in my neighbourhood. Silently the music echoes trough the rain and into my ear.
11.17 pm, too late to go to the club as my parents say. All my classmates are there, partying, dancing, laughing. Except for me, the outsider, the nerd. Inhibited, shy.

I averd my eyes from the street and continue reading the book I hold in my hands. My mind loves travelling into fictional worlds where everything is possible. Women can be strong, men can show emotions, humans can be truly kindhearted. A young teenager can discover that they have super powers, lovers can fly to each other whenever they miss the other person, life on moon exists... "Louis!" my mum shouts from the kitchen, waking me up from my thoughts back into reality.
I get up of my bed I sat on, wrapped in a warm blanket. It's freezing cold in London during November and for some reason, our heater isn't working for two days yet. My parents have no money to pay the electrician and so the only solution is to cuddle into blankets and to have 10 teas a day. But like the typical british citizen I'm a tea addict anyway. I need at least one cup of tea before going to bed or I'd have frightening nightmares.

"Louis Tomlinson get your ass over here, we want to have dinner together as a family!" Oh right, I slipped into daydreaming again. After putting on my slippers, I finally walk into the kitchen where my small family, that means my parents and my seven years younger sister Lottie, already started eating. I take my plate and begin eating too.
"Did you read that book again Louuuuu?" Lottie asks me after some minutes of silence, while chomping her mashed potatoes. "Which book do you mean?" I answer slightly annoyed. I just want to eat my meal and then go back into my room and be alone without everyone asking me unrelevant questions. "The one with the dragons!" "No. I'm reading Harry Potter at the moment Lottie." "Oh okay..." She hesitates, probably thinking if she should go on asking me about the book, but as soon as she sees my annoyed look, she sadly turns away from me and sticks the fork into the chicken on her plate.
My parents meanwhile started talking about their jobs and how their colleagues upset them. I'm fed up of listening to them so I get up, put my plate into the dishwasher and mumble "gonna go to my room now" before quickly leaving the kitchen. Back on my bed, I open my book on the page where I stopped reading, I lean back and send my mind on the journey to Hogwarts.