FUMES. (Larry Stylinson)

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Haaaai. Okay so the story will be from the point of views of the boys, and sometimes the narrator, aka me. So like you'll figure it out.

Zayn (not the golden streak) and Liam in the storyyyy. I honestly-

Okay here we go.

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"I'm still not sure if I wanna go." Louis said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice honey" A beautiful woman with sparkling eyes frowned.

"But why? Why can't I just do distance learning?"

"Because, I want you to get a life, to have friends, find love maybe." she winked.

Louis groaned. "Bullshit mum." he got up, threw his bag over his shoulder and walked towards the door.

Johannah quickly came upto him, and placed a warm kiss on his forehead. Louis looked nervously into his mother's eyes.

"What if it doesn't go right?" he asked.

"It'll be alright." she smiled assuredly.

"What if I'm thrown out again?"

Her expressions changed,"You've made one promise Louis. Make sure you don't break it." she said sternly.

"I'll try." he said wanly.

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The loud roaring of the engine of a bike turned several heads. A stylish Ducati multistrada 950, star white silk with racing grey frame and matte black rims entered the college gates.

A small boy wearing black shades, a dark grey tank and black ripped jeans rode it. He stopped it in the middle of the parking lot, leaving behind skid marks, and scaring a snogging couple.

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Louis' POV.

I walked into the hell hole for the first time, looking around the new place. I didn't want to go to the reception, just skip the formalities really. I searched through my bag, and took out a yellow paper, the timetable which mum had got me yesterday. I didn't bother to pay a visit.

French, lecture room 23. I walked around, searching a bit. I turned to see a corridor full of lockers on either side. There were four such rows, and the lockers were tainted blue and dirty green in colour, every alternate row.

I saw a dark haired, muscular guy, with a peice of paper in his mouth, trying to fit his bag in the locker. I patted on his shoulder, and he turned, looking rather pissed. He had warm brown eyes, a lower lip peircing, and his open arms were covered in tattoos. Asian, I thought.

"I'm new here, would you help me find lecture room 23?" I tried to sound polite.

"Louis Tomlinson." he stated, with an amused smile. How did he know my name? "Kicked out of school for supplying drugs huh?" his smirk widened.

"Zayn Malik." he held out his hand.

I took it, a bit surprised.

"That's right, lou- well you already know" I smiled "How though?"

"We find out." he said and started walking away. I decided not to push it.

"Come, I'll take you to class." he called. I followed.

I walked beside him, looking at the lockers.

"Don't you wanna put that shit in your locker?" he looked at my bag. Oh? I had one too? Of course duh.