Music and Lyrics (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

"So Louis, what got you into music?" Harry asked as he was picking at his blueberry muffin.

He was sitting across from me at the table in the little cafe, and our legs underneath were touching. I didn't know a simple touch could make me feel like I was on fire. I wasn't sure if I could keep heart and myself together while I was near this boy, my thoughts racing pounding as I sat across from him.

"Um, I guess it was just my way of escaping reality for a little bit. Kinda go into my own world..." I was staring at my tea but I could feel his gaze on me.

"That's how I feel when I play piano. It's a nice way to let everything go. I do have to say though, I've always wanted to learn how to play guitar."

"Perhaps I could teach you." I hope I didn't sound forward. Judging by the look on his face I had made his day, maybe his week. He lit up and I have never seen someone who smiles as much as he does.

We talked about music for a bit longer. I learned Harry's mum had been teaching him piano since the age of six. I told him I taught myself guitar at the age of fifteen and picked it up quickly.

When we finished our breakfast and he paid for the bill we were heading towards his car. Our conversation had flowed easily to my surprise. I normally don't open up to people about my music or in general really. Harry made it easy. He was charming and trying to be funny which made him seem even cuter. He had laughed at some of my jokes and every time he did I couldn't help but blush and want to hear more of that laugh, and see more of his smile.

We were parked outside my house and I dreaded the fact that I had to return to the place I loathed. I climbed out of his car and opened the backseat to get my guitar out. As I started walking towards my house I heard "Louis!"

I turn around and see Harry getting out of his car and jogging towards me.

"I never got you number!" His cheeks turned a shade of pink as he handed me his phone.

I couldn't help but wonder why this guy liked me. I wasn't anything special... But I took the phone anyway and gave him my number, and offered him my phone so he could give me his.

"Great! We'll talk real soon. I'm holding you to a guitar lesson! Don't you forget it!"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and smile at him as he got back into his car.

He drove away, and I walked into my house. I lived in an upper middle class neighborhood with a decent sized home. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms, nice kitchen and dining area. You could say we are better off. Money isn't a problem. It's just my family that's the problem... I walked up the stairs and couldn't help but glance at all the pictures we had hanging up. Pictures of me when I was a kid. Always laughing and smiling. I remember when I was loud and rambunctious always the funniest guy in the room. I walked into my bedroom and placed my guitar in its corner and closed the door praying no one would bother me. This was impossible of course as I had six other siblings. But nothing, not even them could ruin my good mood.

I was laying on my bed on the verge of sleeping and not even ten minutes after I got home does my phone light up and buzz with the name Harry on it. I couldn't help but smile as I picked up my phone to read the message.

From: Harry- Date #2 tonight? I can pick you up at 7 :)

To: Harry- Sounds great :) Do I need to bring anything?

From: Harry- Nope I just need you ;)

To: Harry- Haha okay I'll be ready at 7! 

From: Harry- Great x

"Shit... Shit, shit, shit!" I whispered to myself.

Harry was going to be here any minute and I was running around my room trying to find the right outfit and I still needed to fix my hair. I had pulled out every article of clothing I own and tried to figure out what looked best but was also casual. I finally settled on powder blue shorts with a white graphic tee and a black beanie. I checked myself over in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw. Just as I was opening my bedroom door to go downstairs the doorbell rang.

"I got it!!!" I yelled.

I was halfway down the stairs and I was too late... My father was at the door already. I stayed hidden on the stairs as I could feel my heart about to pound out of my chest.

"Can I help you?" I could see my father eyeing Harry up and down. This wouldn't be good...

"Hi, I'm Harry... I'm here to pick Louis up."

I could hear that Harry was nervous. I can understand that. My father is a big guy and can be pretty intimidating.

I could hear my father shuffle a bit and I peaked my head around the corner to see him walk towards Harry. "What are you taking my faggot son out on a date? Is that what this is?"

My father was getting mad, and I couldn't leave Harry there defenseless. 

I let out a breath of air as I ran down the rest of the stairs and saw Harry with a nervous look on his face. He didn't know how to respond so I walked towards them and got in-between my father and Harry.

Harry's face seemed to have relaxed a little when he saw me but there was still fear in his eyes.

"Yes dad that's exactly what this is. It's a date. I'm leaving now, I don't know when I'll be back so don't wait up."

I glared at my father as he turned more and more furious by the second. I took hold of Harry's hand and walked away from the house and to his car.

Harry opened the passenger door for me and I got in and fastened my seat belt. Harry then got in the car but didn't start the engine. Instead he just looked at me with sad eyes.

"Lou... I'm sorry if I had known.. I wouldn't have come to the door.. I could've .. I don't know."

Harry looked like he had just been punched in the gut. How was I supposed to explain what an asshole my father is?

I was staring at my hands, not really sure of what to say. "No, I'm sorry. I should've told you instead of you being completely blindsided like that..." I looked over at him and offered a shy smile. "Let's just go and forget that happened, yeah?"

 He gave me a small smile back "Sure let's get going."