Incredibly Loud, And Extremely Close (larry stylinson)

Chapter 3

You look like shit.

You look like shit.

You look like shit.

The voice keeps on repeating this over and over again, after every outfit I try on. I force myself to just wear what I had on, a base-ball type quarter length sleeve red shirt, black jeans and black vans. I sort of played around with my hair a bit, to try to get it to look at least decent.

I look in the mirror, and try to stop the voice from telling me how terrible I looked. I realize how terrible an idea this was, every time I went anywhere, I wanted to disappear. I wanted to be comepletely unnoticable.

"Where are you going off to?" Liam, my roommate asks me from behind my mirror.

"A frat party." I mumble.

"You're joking? Am I speaking to the real Louis? You're actually going out?" He laughs.

I grab my sweatshirt.

"Yeah, and I'm going to be late." I tell him.

Liam was the only person in my life who was more over protective then Zayn, who also lived with me. I had met them both on the first day of uni when we were freshmans, and we all hit it off immediately. That was unusual for me, because I always make people feel uncomfortable because I tend to yell and talk to myself a lot, and I can't help it. But once I got to know them, they also have sort of weird quirky things like I do; but the voices in my head are beyond anything they do.

I begin to walk towards the door.

"First of all, you can't be late to a party. And who are you going with? Zayn will be home any minute so then we can all go together." He stops me before I can leave.

I sigh and alost laugh at how overprotective he is.

"Thanks Dad, but I have a friend who I'm going with." I tell him.

"What friend? Besides I was thinking about going to one anyways because the first party of the year is always the best." He tells me. He was really exactly like how a Dad would be.

"My friend Harry. I met him today." I say. I feel my face starting to heat up, it was awkward for me talking about boys in front of Liam and Zayn, especially since they were both straight.

I remember when I first told them that I was gay. Usually before then, when they talked about girls I would just be quiet. But then Zayn ordered strippers for Liams 20th birthday as a joke. One of them tried to give me a lap dance, and I ran out of room almost crying because everyone was having a great time and I felt bad that couldn't ever be normal. They found me in the back room, sobbing and I finally had to tell them everything.

"Ah Harry, he was in my class last year. Girls wouldn't keep their eyes off him, quite a looker isn't he?" He smiles. I blush again.

I shove him; because that the only way I could hide how much I was blushing. Liam chuckles. Zayn comes in through the front door.

"We're going to a party." Liam announces. Zayn looks startled, and he runs his hands through his hair.

"With Louis?" He asks, confused. It really had been a long time since I went to party. They couldn't blame me, the first expierience I had was terrible.

Liam nods his head, and he almost looks proud. I scoff at how surprised and excited they were getting.

"Its about time Louis, You haven't been to one in ages! We're going to have fun, yeah?" Zayn looks like a puppy who was just given a bone. I nod my head.