Boy at the window || Larry Stylinson AU

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"Mr. Tomlinson, could you do me a favour and pay attention to our driving lesson instead of impeding the traffic? ... Alright then, please find the nearest parking lot, we want to do some exercise on parking." Five minutes later, we come to a halt and my driving teacher Mr. Irwin tries to explain to me how to correctly park a car but I'm hella bored of it. I need to get my driving license before christmas because I don't want to drive when snow and ice make the street even more dangerous for a clumsy person like me. But the whole learning process is annoying. I'm annoyed of everything at the moment, my parents say it's because of puberty... whatever, real life is just unbelievably dismal.

An hour later I unlock our appartement door. My mum hugs me welcome and asks about my day at school and the drivers lesson. I tell her about the parking practice while being careful to not mention my school day. I don't want her to worry about her 17 years old son, she should be proud of me.

As I enter my room, a heatwave surprises me. The heater works again! With a little smile on my face I put down my bag and take out my chemistry book, ready to study for my test tomorrow. When I open the book, I immediately get reminded of my lesson today and my face expression gets out of control. Tears start streaming down my face.
On the book page, someone wrote with a red pen "gaylord" and a penis next to it.

I try to push away the pictures in my head and the voices of my classmates I can clearly remember. I throw the book away and desperately look for my phone. Once I find it, I plug in my headphones and open my music player, hastily scrolling down until I find the twenty one pilots playlist. My view gets all blurry from the tears but I find the "play" button and Tyler Josephs angel like voice starts calming me down instantly...

I know where you stand
Silent in the trees
And that's where I am
Silent in the trees
Why won't you speak
Where I happen to be
Silent in the trees
Standing cowardly
I can feel your breath
I can feel my death
I want to know you
I want to see
I want to say hello

...

Loud noises on the street wake me up from my day dreams. Curiously I walk towards the window and watch down. The streetlights barely light up the area, but I can recognize a person on a motorbike talking to two policeman. Looks like a proper argument. I open the window to hear what they say. (no I'm not a stalker, what do you mean? I'm just curious...)

The deep voice of the young man on the motorbike catches my attention.
"Guys I appreciate your work but I'm for sure not a drug dealer, do I look like one?"
"Sir, we saw you handing a little plastic bag to a homeless man and we just want to check what's in you bag."
"Again: Do I look like a drug dealer to you?"
"We have no permission to check you with force. Sadly. But we'll take down your personal data so please hand us your ID."
"yeah sure whatever"
I watch him getting down from the bike to search for his wallet. He steps into the lightbeam and the wind makes his long curly hair swirl around his head.

After showing his ID to the police, he gets back onto his bike and drives away real quick. I close the window and make my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

This night, I dream of curls and a deep and raspy voice.