(Louis P.O.V.)
Cooking class was good especially with Harry. I can't believe he thought I was going to get mad about the whole Larry thing. I can tell when he starts to get nervous because he starts to stutter. It was cute though.
"Harry don't worry I'm not mad, it was an accident and it looks kind of cute.. kind of like a ship name." I blurted out. Oh my god, did I really just say that it looked like a cute ship name. SHIT! Now Harry is going to find out I like him. This could ruin our whole friendship that we are starting to create.
I'm such an idiot. Harry just stood there, thinking something in that cute head of his. I wonder what he was thinking. Was it about me. I couldn't tell because he kept his facial expressions to a minimum. What did I just do.
(Later)
It was finally time to go to music. I was a pretty good singer and I was thinking of majoring in music since I love it so much. For music we had our first assignment and that was to write a song with a group. Once Mr. Cowell said "groups" me and Harry looked at each other right in the eyes, causing me to get butterflies.
Harry and I still needed a few more lads to join the group. I saw a familiar Irish lad that was with two other boys. Me and Harry looked at each other and exchanged looks then began to walk over to them. "Hey Niall" I said with a soft smile. "Hey Louis, Hey Harry" he said as Harry waved with a smile. "I would like you to meet Zayn and Liam" he said as we both waved hello.
"So, would you lads like to be in our group" I asked. "Of course!" they all said together. "Great! Let's all meet up at my dorm at 5:00 sharp." they all nodded and smiled.
Music went by real fast and so did all the other classes. The only assignment we had to do was to write a song. Harry and I started brainstorming ideas. It was 5:00 and all of the lads arrived at the same time. Niall came up with the title "little things" for our song. It was a good start, but we still had a lot to do.
We realized that Zayn could sing high notes so we decided to put him first in the song and from there everything else would sort itself out.
(3 hours later)
We finally finished the whole song and began to rehearse it.
Zayn: Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind, it was meant to be and I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks, and it all makes sense to me
Liam: I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile you've never loved your stomach or your thighs. The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly
Zayn & Liam: I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if I do, it's you, oh it's you they add up to I'm in love with you and all these little things
Louis: You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep and all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me
Harry: I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape you never want to know how weigh, you still love to squeeze into your jeans, but your perfect to me
Harry & Niall: I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to, I'm in love with you and all these little things
Niall: You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you, you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to, if I let you know I'm here for you, maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, ooh
Harry: And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth cause it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to, and I'm in love with you and all these little things
Altogether: I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if its true, it's you, it's you they add up to, I'm in love with you and all your little things
We finished off the song and all clapped for each other. I realized that when I was singing I just kept looking at Harry because I loved him and all his little things. Maybe we were Larry.
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All over again (Larry Stylinson)
FanfictionLouis hears a familiar voice while on his stroll in the park. Why does he feel so calm and relaxed when this voice lets out a soothing melody? Why does it sound so familiar? Why does he not remember anything? Louis goes through a very rough journey...
