Pink (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Louis was bored. The ticking of the clock just ticked him off and the snoring of the student from the other side of the room irritated him. Of course there was an old man reading a magazine, not even bothered by the fact that he had to watch these kids.

Not that he'd like to admit it over and over again, Louis regrets ever throwing that egg. It was too bad that he got to miss the afternoon chant, but yet he was somehow relieved.

It's almost as if this was a wake up call. He should've listened to Liam and to Niall. He should've listened to the warnings and the churn in his stomach telling him to stay away, but he didn't.

It's an obvious sign. He knew it himself, but just thinking about it made his heart thump out of his chest.

The difference between Louis and Harry is that not only did Harry have the courage to have fun, he has the balls to run his own life despite the outcome.

Louis always wanted to think things through before actually doing it and maybe that's why he's finding himself hard to believe that he ever threw that egg in the first place.

Louis sighed, he just wanted to get out of here right now, but just even thinking about sneaking out scared him.

"Louis," a whisper said.

At first Louis thought it was just in his head, but his dirty shirt hit the back of his head.

The lad grabbed the shirt and turned to look at Harry who stood behind the door frame. His hair was highlighted pink and his pink sorts showed his pink socks that are pulled up.

"What?" Louis whispered.

"Let's go."

"Where?"

"Out, I'm sneaking you out of here," Harry said.

Louis rolled his eyes and turned around. He felt eyes hit the back of his head, but ignored it as he tried to zone out the whispers being sent his way.

Harry jogged inside the room and sat next to the lad.

"I'll distract him and you just run, okay?" Harry said.

Louis shook his head, "I'm not doing that. Besides, the teacher just saw you."

Harry looked over to the teacher and waved. The old man glared, but turned his attention back to the magazine not even bothered by the fact that Harry is in the room.

"You've been here for about half an hour, I doubt you want to spend any time longer in here," Harry pressed.

I'm not like you who can just do whatever you want, there are limits," Louis explained.

"when living there are no limits, so you decide...you want to live the life you deserve, or do you want to follow the rules?" Harry said. "I can help you have fun, you are allowed to have fun."

Harry waited for Louis to say something..anything the indicate whether he will get up from his seat and go, or ignore Harry and stay.

It took a while, but Louis got up from his seat and walked out the door without a second glance back.

Harry chuckled quietly as he watched Louis' face pale and his shaky legs walk him right out that door.