"God. I love you."
The women giggled at her husband as he hugged her pressing soft kisses to her lips.
Louis was sat on the couch staring up at the happy couple. Liam, his older brother, had married a beautiful lass named Cheryl (ew I know). They had been happily married for six months now; the two were the definition of public displays of affection.
"Come on, now that's just disgusting." Louis playfully whined as his twenty-six-year-old brother began to swap saliva with the thirty-six-year-old women.
"Lou, we all know you're just sad because you are very much single."
Louis rolled his eyes. He knew Liam was joking, but it still made him sad. In the nine years since what has officially been labelled the attack, Louis has only been on a few dates here and there.
Never once had a boyfriend.
Everyone has a different theory why Louis doesn't date – after all, there have been many eligible men hit on him.
Liam believes Louis is too afraid.
Niall believes Louis is still hurting from the attack
Lottie believes Louis is a loner.
But in the end, only Louis knows the truth. Frankly, everyone is correct.
Louis is afraid to date; he still has trouble being touched in a sexual sense - so yes, Liam is partially right. Niall too, he is hurt, he doesn't let people in. Subsequently validating Lottie's belief, because the twenty-five-year-old is reluctant to let new people into his life, he does act like a loner. Maybe he was still fond of a certain curly haired man.
He is an introvert. He would prefer to shop online than visit a crowded shopping centre.
"Piss off Liam." Louis playfully kicks his brother.
Liam and Cheryl had unceremoniously decided to visit him in his one bedroom apartment today – no invitation, how rude. Louis could only roll his eyes with a small smile.
No matter what, Liam would be his favourite person in the world. Forever and always.
The caramel haired boy watched as Cheryl excused herself to the bathroom, and Liam took that opportunity to sit next to his little brother, who surprisingly had not grown at all since his teen years unlike himself.
"Hey, Lou. Just know, I'm so proud of you." Liam nudged the boy softly. The addressed could only smile, "thanks, Li."
Louis knew Liam was talking about a variety of things. Whether it be the success of his book or the challenges he overcame... Louis understood.
"So... I start as the teacher's assistant next week for the seventh grade at Venerable Nano College." The latter attempted small talk.
Liam's eyebrows raised at Louis' declaration, "Oh wow. Next week? I still remember last month when you were excited to be doing a simple speech about male victims and look at you know. Going to be working in that exact classroom."
Louis smiled. Only a month ago he had given the class of seventh graders a speech about male rape victims – teaching them never to accept drinks from strangers and other relevant material.
He had also applied for a job as the teacher's assistant in that exact classroom. He had a degree in English Literature and was ecstatic to find out he was given the job and an official employee as of next week.
"See Lou. Now, this is why I'm proud."
Louis could only smile as a blush graced his cheeks. "Oh, come on Liam. You're a big shot YouTuber."
The latter laughed, "no Lou. I have 500,000 subs. I'm not a big YouTuber."
Louis winked, "see Liam. Now, this is why I'm proud."
His brother rolled his eyes. How mocking.
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Louis nervously dropped his items in the teachers' lounge. He had a little lunchbox and a small satchel; it made the pigeon hole look gigantic. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Hello. Louis is it?"
The addressed man turned to face the female, he recognised her immediately.
"Oh hi, yes that's me. You must you be Lia? I remember you from last month when I spoke to the kids. You are the class I will be assisting's teacher... correct?"
The women nodded as he shook her hand, "Oh how nice of you to remember love. Would you like to come with me to the classroom? Class starts in fifteen minutes."
The boy nodded happily, "Oh please – this school is like a maze. Are all private schools this big?"
Lia only laughed, "Don't worry love you will learn your way around really quickly. But to answer your question, yes."
Louis made a distraught sound the middle-aged women laughed fondly patting his shoulder.
Making their way to the classroom, Louis smiled as he immediately recognised the room he had spoken in but a month ago.
"Would you like to do the roll when the kids arrive Louis?"
The man raised his eyebrows but nodded with a broad grin. He loved kids.
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"So class today we have a new member... Well, we have a new teacher's assistant. Some of you might remember Mr Tomlinson. He will be helping me out from now on. Can everyone welcome him please."
Louis had a bright smile on his face when a chorus of 'hello' and 'hey' could be heard.
"He is going to do the roll now so he can start learning everyone's name."
The short man bit his lip but went and stood out the front with the roll and a pencil.
"Hey, everyone. Um, so when I call your name can you please raise your hand and tell me something you like – I would love to get to know all of you."
Lia couldn't help but smile, Louis had an evident love for kids.
Louis eventually made his way down the alphabetical list listening intently to remember everyone's name and favourite thing.
However – one name stood out like a sore thumb.
His mouth opened in shock and he merely stared at the name for a good five seconds before unsure calling out the name.
"D-Darcy S-Styles?"
"Here." His eyes met with a tall girl, pale in complexion with dark curly hair in a ponytail. Louis gulped as he stared into her forest green eyes.
"My favourite thing is cats."
The teachers' assistant could only smile thanking the girl as he continued with the roll acting like he was not having extreme flashbacks to nine years ago.
That was Harry Styles' daughter...
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Poor Boy - Complete | L.S
FanfictionLARRY. It's simple, Harry has a daughter, and Louis is her babysitter. But nothing is as simple as it sounds. Complete.