Who Do You Think You Are? {Larry/Ziall AU}

Chapter 9: Can You Feel the Love Tonight

Chapter 9: Can You Feel the Love Tonight

Louis has officially deemed himself the most unlucky guy in Parkdale High.

First he gets bullied, next he becomes a bully and had to live with all of the things that he had done to people – which it in itself was traumatising – and now he has been fooled by a posh, bisexual arsehole.

Upon saying yes to Harry, Louis received a text from Niall half an hour later saying:

FML!! Malik keeps on stealing my bloody phone! I am defs not going with him to the ball.

I thought we were goin together?

Ps. I'm going to visit A I’ll see you after school yeah?

Ni xo

Louis had shown the text to Harry and ordered immediate emancipation from the partnering, Harry giggled (are you shitting me he giggled) and announced that he had already written their names together on the official guest list. Louis, not believing a word, walked up to some girl with purple hair who had a pink upside-down triangle in a green circle badge (A/N: the lgbt alliance symbol, look it up) and demanded to see the list. She had refused but read out the couple names and low and behold “Harry Styles and Louis ‘the Tommo’ Tomlinson” were on the list side by side.

Louis huffed slightly and stalked away, but couldn’t help but snigger a bit at how Harry had called him ‘the Tommo’. Nobody called him that except for Niall to make fun of him. And that was because of ‘Mamma Tommo’s’.

That’s strange though, no one that I know of knows where I live and knows that I am the co-owner of a shop on the outskirts of town. Maybe it’s just a coincidence.

Louis shook the thought from his mind and presumed being pissed off at the world. He stomped to the cafeteria where he marched up to the now best table in the school, without a clue of what he was going to say.

As he reached the head of the table where Harry was laughing, Louis felt a pang in his chest. The next words to leave his mouth were much weaker than he wanted them to be.

“Why me?” It was meant to come out as powerful and demanding but ended up being quiet and edged on a whimper. Harry’s head snapped up to where Louis was standing who composed himself, crossing his arms and putting on a stony façade that they both knew was fake. Harry rose from the table and most of the cafeteria quietened, he held out his hand and Louis stared at it as if it were a bomb.

“It’s ok” Harry whispered, giving him an intense stare. Louis looked back with a look that clearly stated ‘not for me’, Louis was extremely close to walking away, but what he did next surprised himself along with the rest of the school.

He uncrossed his arms, shoved Harry down so he sat on the bench and sat next to him on the table of ‘rejects’. There was a collective gasp from the people in the cafeteria and Louis heard someone from his table shout “faggot”. Louis was trembling from head to toe, both from adrenaline and fear. Harry, who had gotten over the shock very quickly, smiled then resumed conversation on his table.

The rest of the food hall followed suit.

The thing that hit Louis the hardest was that there were no glares, no scoffs, and no ill feelings that came from anyone at the table, only overwhelming happiness and acceptance.

And boy was it overwhelming.

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Niall was pissed.

He had lost his partner to the bloody winter ball.

Fuck Zayn Malik.