Ink Stains, Razor Blades, and High Notes (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

Hey yea so I changed Tate’s name in this story to Damian because I have a Tate in another story and don’t know how I didn’t notice. Whoops. Also, I still have no idea what I’m doing with this. Shout out to my writers out there who are slaves to their ideas with NO PLOT. Sorry for the mistakes that must be everywhere.

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Louis wanted to take this time to thank not only God but Jesus that he had been so into athletics and was still in shape for the fact that he had just barely managed to dive across the room and save Harry from braining himself on the school’s tile on his first day.

He figured that Harry wasn’t a very ‘touchy feely’ person and gently placed his head on the floor instead of his lap, before turning to the boys with wide eyes.

“So…that was wild.” he squeaked, and those words thrust the room into pandemonium.

“We’ve killed ‘im!” Liam screeched, covering his face and turning, tumbling into a pile of chairs.

Niall just stood there, face void of emotion, even going so far as to pull up and empty seat and just sit down.

Zayn was…where was Zayn?

So Niall was clocked out, Liam was tangled in chairs, and Zayn had materialized out of the classroom. Lovely.

Louis sighed. “Zayn!” he shouted, and a few moments later, Zayn peaked his head from around the now open classroom door.

Louis raised an eyebrow.

“Honestly mate, I came to hear his voice, not get pinned with a murder charge.”

Louis rolled his eyes. “Shut the hell up and go help untangle Liam. And then help Niall. He’s gone catatonic.

Zayn rolled his eyes, walking back in. “Wow, big words.” he mocked, pulling a near hysterical Liam out of the wreckage. 

Louis rolled his eyes. “I’m not all arse, you know.”

Zayn didn’t bother to answer, instead setting Liam down with a quick kiss and then went over to revive Niall.

Seeing that Zayn had a bit of a handle on things, Louis turned his attention back to Harry, who’s eyelids were beginning to flutter. He leaned over him, peering down, because while of course it was creepy to stare so hard at a boy he’d partially had a hand in rendering unconscious, sad boy was also very, very attractive.

Harry’s eyes blinked open. His green eyes zeroed in on Louis’ blue ones , and that was also the moment he stopped freaking breathing.

Harry scrambled to think of what exactly was happening, oh right, Louis had heard him sing, among other people he didn’t really know, of course, but this was also the same Louis he’d made a huge fool of himself in front of in that record store, that pretty Louis, the Louis with the beautiful blue eyes and fantastic arse, that Louis.