Over Again (Larry Stylinson)

chapter two

It sounded creepy and stalkerish, but Louis Tomlinson was spying on his neighbour. Well, not really. All he was doing was waiting until Harry left the house to go to school so he could run out after him.

Louis didn't know what it was about that boy that attracted him so much. He'd only seen him a couple of times, and last night was the first time he'd seen him up close, let alone talk to him. Harry was handsome, there was no mistaking that. He was tall, with broad shoulders, a mop of curly hair and the most beautiful eyes, green orbs. He was quiet, and a bit awkward when he spoke. But before Louis heard Harry talk, he had heard Harry sing. Living in adjoining semidetached houses meant that Louis and Harry shared a bedroom wall (although Harry didn't know it), and sometimes, Louis would hear the strum of Harry's guitar and the clearness of his voice, just singing. It was pure, and it was beautiful, however corny that may sound.

He'd also heard Harry cry. He'd heard loud, heavy sobs, night after night sometimes. The type of crying that comes from someone that knows real pain and suffering. Louis could hardly believe that the same boy who sang so sweetly could cry so sadly. Harry fascinated Louis.

He saw Harry kiss his mum at the front door and set off down the road with a guitar case and a schoolbag. Louis quickly threw his bag over his shoulder and ran after the boy.

"Harry, wait!" Louis called as he caught up with him. "Hi."

"Hi." Harry replied walking on.

"Nice morning, eh?" Louis said. It wasn't even nice. It was actually kind of drizzling.

"Not really. I-it is raining after all" he said. His voice was deep and manly but it still managed to see small and shaky.

"Suppose it is. Silly me. So you play guitar?" Louis said, knocking on the guitar case Harry was carrying on his back.

"Badly." Harry said quietly.

Sure, thought Louis. "Do you sing too?"

"No. My voice is no good." He said looking at the ground.

Louis knew that was a lie. He'd heard Harry's voice even last night. It was gorgeous.

"Bet that's not true." Louis said "Do you have to play today, then?"

"Unfortunately." Harry replied. They had reached the top of their road and a blond boy was already waiting there for Harry. Harry quickly and awkwardly introduced Louis to his friend, who was called Niall. He seemed nice enough. Louis' college was in the opposite direction than Harry's school. For a moment he wished that he had stayed at St. John's just so he could see Harry all day.

"Seeya then Harry. Good luck today." Louis said before he walked away. "Bye Niall."

Niall waved enthusiastically and Harry said "Seeya" quietly as he looked at the floor.

Louis wondered why the boy seemed so sad. He couldn't focus all day during class. He wondered what Harry was doing at that very minute. He wondered what Harry's smile was like, he hadn't seen him smile yet.

It was quarter to eleven in the morning. Fifteen minutes until Harry was due to perform. He had skipped the previous class to prepare himself, and he was currently pacing the boys bathrooms. He was so nervous. He had kind of come to terms with performing for the teacher, he was ok with that. But it had just gotten a whole lot worse. Apparently they were meant to perform in front of the entire music class.

This was possibly Harry's biggest nightmare. Except it wasn't a nightmare, was coming true. It had already come true in his old school anyway. It was probably one of his worst memories.