Companionless || Larry Stylinson/Loucel AU

07

I watched and I watched and I discretely attempted to analyse every small detail of body language shared between Louis and Stan. I noticed the fact that while Stan looked completely immerse in the others around him, Louis just looked uncomfortable, flinching at every sudden movement the other would make.

Or how Louis looked like he just felt like he had no right to do or say anything with out the permission of Stan. How he sucked mindlessly on the empty straw in the soda cup because every time he tried to tap Stan to - what I assumed to be asking him - to throw it in the trash a few meters away, Stan would just literally, shrug him off like he's shaking a few cookie crumbs off of his shoulder.

I knew that he knew I was shamelessly watching - by the way he was continuously fidgeting - making brief eye contact occasionally - no moments that lasted for even a whole second. I had no shame in what I was doing. If Louis was in the situation that I am gradually starting to think he is, then I'm not going to let him be the door mat of such a shitty guy. I don't even know him but I do have common sense and I know that everyone has the right to have respect. Well not everyone. People like me for example - or just me - do not have the right to be treated with respect. I deserve the worst and I know that's a fact. I deserve to be treated like shit, the worthless type.

I'm not sure how long I let my own eyes confirm the Louis and Stan theory, but I did. Nothing would change my mind or let me think what I saw today was just something deceiving, I had all the proof I needed from one fucking lunch break and honestly, I became scared for him.

I begin to think about the fact that if Stan has no physical filter to do the actions he does to Louis in public, what the fuck goes on when there's no eyes to confront the guy behind it all?

Why does Louis let so much power be held over him by such a scum bag asshole? What does Stan have against such a guy like Louis to be able to say that the boy is constantly in fear of him? and why the fuck does Louis pretend he's okay?

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Don't ask me why, because honestly not even I know why I felt the sudden need to do this. I had no clue as to why I felt the need to - when near - keep my eyes on the pair when ever possible. Or why I really, really, wanted to help the poor guy who possibly felt like there was no hope to help him from the situation he was in.

You could say experience I guess and no, I'd never been in that type of situation. Over powered by someone? Yes. From a relationship? No.

By experience, I mean - like I said - my life used to revolve around being a fucking slave for those who took advantage of the old innocent, naive me. They used me for what ever need they wanted because they knew I was so vulnerable and powerless against them. So I'll just tell myself that I want to help him for those reasons alone, pretty reasonable right?

You know those movies where it's like, slow motion, main character walking down the school corridor with a really dopey look on their face because they're just completely in their own little bubble? Well I feel like if anything, that would be me - minus the attractiveness and popularity that they would usually have of course.

I'm more the nerdy version of that, and there's actually no one in the halls to make the scene even more dramatic, so it actually wasn't really like that. It was actually just the last period of an unfortunate Thursday and my gym class - that I was not going to - would probably be about two minutes in. I'd never been to not even one of the gym classes since I'd started here because the provided uniform was a tank top and just above the knee shorts - for the guys I mean - and I'm not sure if you knew, but I'm sort of trying to hide the fact that my body has ink etched all over it.