Pink (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10

Louis showed up the next morning with a pink streak on his hair and a pink long sleeves shirt that gave his hands sweater paws.

Harry smiled and watched as Louis walked awkwardly towards them. As always, it was bright and early. The schools lot was vacant, the only cars were the ones from the group.

The signs were neatly stacked. The one and only megaphone was laid on the grass. It was painted pink, even the handle. It had Harry's name written perfectly with a golden sharpie. Legend says whoever gains access to the microphone gets to paint a fresh coat of pink paint over the other written name and their name gets printed on for the next four years of this protest.

Louis half wonders who was the previous owner of that said megaphone, but he decided to keep that question to himself.

"Louis, I'm glad you could make it," Harry says pulling the lad in for a hug. Louis tensed up, but relaxed as he felt that this hug was meant for comfort, not danger.

Eventually, Harry pulled away from the hug and led him towards Trevor and Jennifer who were spray painting the eggs pink. There were sharpies sprawled all over the table they brought out, ready to be used.

"What is this? I thought the principal said no eggs."

Harry smiled, "he also said he'd expel me if I were to run another protest, but here I am."

Louis didn't like this one bit. It went against everything he stood for. Following the rules, pleasing people, adverting attention away from him.

This was all new to him and he forgot that Harry wasn't into being the good boy who follows the rules. He takes risks, he craves the attention, it's just who he is and Louis wanted to know how all that started.

"I don't know what you're planning, Styles, but I don't want to see a single egg on me whatsoever," Louis said. "I can pass out shirts, pass some pins out too, but no eggs in my part."

Louis expected a push and beg for him to at least carry one carton, but Harry only smiled and nodded.

"There is a stack of women's rights shirts for you to pass to all the females at this school."

Louis smiled at that answer and walked towards the stack and looked at the fine print with a picture of a flower and a quote on the back.

"I've learned over the years that the hair on my legs doesn't define whether I'm a woman or not, but defines the self love of my natural body that was given to me."

-Dulce Gama
Louis smiled at the shirt and tugged his shirt off to put this one on. He ignored the stares Harry gave him and pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the shirt.

Everything was being prepared. Jennifer and Trevor were now writing women's rights quotes on eggs and maybe a few pictures of flowers and the female symbol.

It wasn't long until the teachers were coming in. Louis made sure to offer shirts, only a few females taking them with a smile, the others with nothing but annoyance.

It was then the principal hauled in with his black fancy car at his reserved parking space. He got out the car with his suitcase and coffee mug.

He didn't look too pleased to see all the protestors stood outside with shirts, pins, signs scattered everywhere.

"Principal Wilson, what a surprise to see you here!" Harry says.

Louis stood by, watching Harry's every movement, watching how jennifer hid the eggs behind a push. Clearly they were afraid, Harry did a well enough job to hide that.