Happier With You || Larry Stylinson AU

13

"Leave me alone" I huff. "Maybe I'm just happy because I want to be"

Niall snorts at my statement and looks over at Liam, "are you listening to this guy" he says as if it's the funniest thing ever and they both end up cackling in laughter. Liam even makes the efforts to mock my words in a goofy voice, "Maybe I'm just- happy because I WANT to be! Oh god" he wipes the tears that had leaked from his eyes and I roll my own when I see Niall hunched over on the ground, body shaking as the sounds of a dying seal escape his mouth.

"Okay Louis" Niall eventual sobers up. "Its only ten in the morning, on a Sunday might I add. So tell us the real reason your so bloody chirpy"

"Maybe because of a certain boy with the nickname Hazza?" Liam pipes in. I can't help the smile the spreads over my face and they automatically take it as a sign of confirmation. "I was wondering when you guys were going to profess your undying lov-"

"That's quite enough Lima" I cut him off as I fall back onto the plush cushions of the sofa, Niall and Liam following lead. "How's Zaynie Liam?"

My voice comes out in a light teasing manner and his features all of a sudden brighten up at this question. "Right! So um, guess what" he says quite fast and rather excited. Niall and I sit up a tad and gesture for him to continue. "Guess who's getting a transfer to Aubrey High?"

"Wait really? He seemed older at the club" I say, remembering the tattoos and dark clothing he had on. Liam smiles as he pulls out his phone and replies to who I'm guessing is Zayn before looking up. "We've been video chatting, and surprisingly he's actually a big softie"

The seriousness is interrupted when Niall let's out a loud, obnoxious snort and bends over. "Is he Liam? Is he soft when you guys video chat?"

The Irish boy lets out an oomph sound when he gets a pillow to the face, followed boy a smack across the back of his head, I just sit back and snort at the situation happening in front of me. "Oh fuck off Niall" he glares, but the smile just overtakes it and we all end up laughing.

"Well yeah anyways, he goes to East High right now, you know the one across town? Said that he doesn't really get along with the people there and he's been wanting to move for a while. So I told him to come to our school" he says almost gleefully.

I smile at him, genuinely happy that he's finally taken an interest in someone. He's always usually so serious, says that he needs to focus on studies and school and blah blah blah. I sling my arm around his shoulder and he turns my way. "I'm so happy for you. You guys looked like you were getting on real well"

"Yeah. We did didn't we? Thanks Louis."

We both turn around to face the Irish lad who had just let out the sound of a crying whale, who now holds his blonde locks in between his hands.

"Fuck. Now what am I gonna do? I need to find me a fucking girlfriend"

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"I heard he's in a gang"

"His dad is in prison because he killed someone"

"He went to prison for a year because he shot his mum"

These were just a few examples of the rumours that had been flying around the a school about the new bad boy Zayn Malik. His whole leather jacket and combat boots made this reputation I guess and honestly it was just amusing, because from the last week I've found that he's the complete opposite.