A School's "Angel" [Larry Stylinson]

[five] - Don't Judge a Girl by Her Clothes

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Chapter 5

Just as asked, Harry hopped into Louis' car and he drove him to Lauren's. They've asked their friends, yet none have been there or even made a real conversation with her.

"This should be the one" Louis said once he stopped in front of a white house with a beautiful fence around the a garden. "Except if she gave you the wrong address on purpose"

Harry stayed quiet when he saw the lovely house. To be honest, Harry expected it to be dark and grey - like her outfits. "No. This is the one. I hope" He mumbled the last part.

He turned to Louis and gave him an assuring smile. "Call me, okay? If anything happens.. or when you're ready to go back"

Harry nodded and popped a smile after he left a peck on his boyfriend's cheek. "I'll see you after" Harry said as he got off.

Louis nodded. He watched as Harry knocked on the door before someone opened and the two making a conversation.

"W-Who might you be?" The old lady who opened the door asked. She examines the creature in front of her and smiled. "You're a nice chap"

"Afternoon, ma'am. I'm Harry. I'm Lauren's friend. Is is true that she lives here?" Harry asked politely.

"What do you want with Lolo?" The old lady asked before another girl walked. "That's ok, G. He's just here to do our pair work for English." Lauren said.

She was in her usual black T-shirt and shorts with her hair tied up in a ponytail. It's kinda weird to see her being more fresh then she usually is at school. It's a good weird though.

"Come on. The books are up in my room" Lauren called at Harry. He nodded and followed her up to her room before smiling at the old lady that Harry thinks is her grandma.

She opened her door to which Harry expects it to be all dark and black theme. Instead it was grey and blush colored theme.

His toes felt the cold tile underneath them and quickly stepped on the carpet she has under her bed. It was a single bed, a bit crooked.

There were band and artist posters like Blink 182, Kings of Leon, My Chemical Romance and a few more. "I like your room. It's pretty dope" Harry said.