Dirty Little Secret » Larry AU

PART 2: Botheration

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If I were to lead you through the rest of my pathetic interactions with Styles that took place after he had acknowledged my existence, I would be blabbering all day long. Instead of doing that, I figured I could summarise what our "conversations" usually looked like, because they were all—quite frankly—pretty similar to one another.

Generally, they would start off with him either saying "Hi there, sweet cheeks" if he was by himself, or "Hey lovely, wanna catch up after school?" if he were with his lads. One time he even went as far as "Hi babe. I'm sorry I couldn't meet up yesterday, I had loads of errands. Maybe we could do it in the toilets during lunch?"

Yeah, I cringed too. Every time I saw him. Don't get me wrong, he was extremely handsome—wow, I hate admitting that—but his attitude was one of those that effortlessly made you want to gag. I was sick of him, and I felt as though I became sicker the longer he continued. And it never stopped.

After he left me with an opener, I would usually either roll my eyes (my favourite activity), or I would say something witty in response. I found pride in doing that, even though I knew there was a slight chance that that was exactly why he kept nagging and never let me go unnoticed in the corridors.

I do realise that I have now made it sound like I was some sort of target that was continuously humiliated between classes, which makes it sound far too traumatising than it was. I was not alone, as you might have assumed. Due to my extreme desire for company, I always hung out with my best friends, especially Niall.

To my best friend's disadvantage, him and I shared dorms. I say that not knowing if he actually liked it, but I assume he was quite annoyed with the amount of mess I caused whenever I stepped a foot inside that room.

Our room was quadratically shaped with two thirty-eight inched beds in either end. We had a small desk, a questionably old chest of drawers and the lovely on-suite bathroom, which every student in our corridor most likely envied. The walls were draped in cream white wallpaper, and most of Niall's side was covered in posters of either golf players in action, or some band that I never knew the name of.

I liked football and that was pretty much it. If I listened to music it was Green Day and no more than that. For this particular reason, my only characteristic object in the room was the trophy for footie I had placed on my nightstand. However, Niall and I did not spend much time together in the dorm, other than at night for the sake of sleeping—that was if we slept and managed to not spend all night talking about nonsense.

We usually hung out in the library or on the humongous grass field on campus. When I say, "We hung out in the library", that probably makes you think we were geeks—which is a wrongful assumption—but we were not. The fact is that the library at my school was more of a place to hang out with friends than it was studying. However, I was also a good student. But not a geek.