Falling For the Bad Boy (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 31

Dedicated to jetstreamburningup since I've been teasing them about this chapter for the past week. Enjoy lmao.

Louis' P.O.V

"I can't believe you got you and Harry detention." Niall laughed as they began to walk with me back to Mrs. Cole's class for detention.

"I know, he's probably more pissed than his was before." I sighed.

"Mate, just tell him that you're sorry for hurting him." Zayn suggested.

"But I'm not and I'm not going to lie and say I am." I shrugged when Josh walked by. "Speak of the devil." I smirked at him.

"Shut up, Tomlinson." Josh huffed as he walked off.

"Maybe say it to my face, prick." I spat and continued walking. We arrived at the classroom and I turned tossing my keys to Liam. "You guys can take my car back to my place and chill until I call for you to pick me up."

"Alright." Liam shrugged and they headed off as I walked in the room. Harry and Mrs. Cole were already in there, waiting on me.

"Nice of you to join us." Mrs. Cole smiled as I took a seat. "So the third floor drama room needs to be repainted and since the school can't afford painters, you boys will be doing it."

"That's not fair." I scoffed.

"Life's not fair, get used to it." She handed us paint cans and paint brushes. "You may leave once you boys finish."

"Yes ma'am." We both muttered and took the elevator up to the third floor. I looked over to Harry but he still refused to look at me.

I rolled my eyes, fuck it. "I'm sorry, Harry."

He looked over to me and scoffed. "You're not sorry, you just don't want me to be mad at you anymore."

"I really am. I'm not going to apologize to Josh, he doesn't deserve it, but you do. You asked me not to do anything and I did, it was wrong of me and I'm sorry."

He looked as if he was about to say something but the elevator doors opened and he walked onto the third floor instead. I sighed and we walked into the drama room. We popped open the cans of light blue paint and began to paint.

It was extremely boring as we painted in silence. I would look at Harry longingly but he would never return my gaze, staying focused on the wall. Eventually, after a couple of hours of long, hard work we finally finished the room and headed back to the elevator.

We walked in and Harry pressed the button to go back downstairs. We stood silently until the elevator halted to a stop and the lights flickered.

"What was that?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I think it-it stopped." I looked back at him.

"Fan-fucking-tastic." He huffed. "Can you call someone to come get us out?"

"I can't I left my phone in Mrs. Cole's room, why don't you call someone?" I asked.

"My phone is in there too, if so had it I wouldn't be asking you to call someone ." He rolled his eyes.

"So we're just stuck in here?" My eyes widened.