risky. (larry stylinson) on hold.

risky

to take a risk means to forget everything you thought you knew about life and to completely lose yourself.

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louis' pov
"he keeps looking at me," i said to my best friend, zayn.
"maybe he thinks your pretty?" he teased. and just, ew no.
"im serious zayn, why does he keep looking over here?" i couldnt help but let it bug me. he would look at me, then back to his friends, and then back at me again. like he was trying to figure me out it something. it was weird.
"how the hel* am i supposed to know? newsflash, i cant read minds."
"well you should learn, then maybe you would be a little more useful," i sassed back.
he sighed and stood up from where he was sitting.
"what are you doing?" i asked him quietly.
"gonna go ask your man crush what he's looking at so you will shut up about it?" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. i blushed but then immediately reached out for his wrist and pulled him towards me.
"sit."
"no,"
"yes"
"nope"
"please?" i begged.
"why?"
"because!"
"because why?"
"just sit down, please,"
"maybe.."
"zayn."
"yes?"
"sit."
"whats the big deal, man, you want to know what he is looking at, im going to find out. capeesh?"
"no. not capeesh, sit down."
"you are so confusing." he sighed.
i smiled, realizing i had won.
"how so?"
"you want to know what he is looking at, but you wont let me find out."
"because i dont care"
"yes you do,"
"nah, i don't. he can look at me all
he want, doesn't bother me."
"you literally just went on and on about how it bugs you and now it doesn't even bother you?" he looked at me, clearly confused.
i was too.
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just a little introduction. enjoy :)