Therapy - A Larry Stylinson AU

2. Smiling At Everything

(Hey, guys! I just wanted to say that this story is kinda based off of Therapy by All Time Low. That explains the title of this chapter. Anyway, enjoy)

Louis's PoV

Harry was in here. Shit, I'm gonna say something stupid, I know it. This is gonna be bad.

There was a long, painful silence, which I didn't like. I decided I'd try to forget the fact that my secret crush was in the car with me. So, I spoke to Niall, "So, uh, Niall, this was your first day!" I tried to sound happy for him, but if I'm being honest, I felt bad for him. He was forced into the hellhole that was group therapy.

"Yep!" He answered, popping the 'p'.

"Then it's only traditional that I welcome you. Welcome to Depressed People Anonymous, where we complain about stuff together and change nothing."

Harry let out a low chuckle at my sarcastic attempt at a joke. I was quite proud that I made him laugh. I know my little crush on him was stupid but I couldn't help it. He was so cute with his curly hair, green eyes, and deep voice. Every time I looked at him I just felt fuzzy inside.

"Well, thank you for the welcome but I actually found it quite enlightening," Niall commented. I snorted, amused by the concept of group therapy being enlightening.

"Trust me, you won't think that when kids just repeat the same fucking things over and over, whining and moaning about shit we can't change," I stated. I guess you could say I wasn't exactly good at getting people excited for things. Niall didn't respond, but Harry did.

"I agree, but complaining about their complaints won't do much. Niall, do you mind putting on some music?" He asked.

Niall smiled, "Not at all, mate. Fall Out Boy or Green Day?"

Harry paused for a moment, obviously thinking it over, "Green Day. Put on American Idiot."

Niall inserted a disc into the CD player, which I assumed was American Idiot, and soon enough we heard Billie Joe's voice singing, "Don't wanna be an American idiot!" I smiled at Niall and Harry's good taste in music. Green Day was one of my favorite bands, and the fact that they liked them made me like them even more.

We all sang along to the song, laughing because we all knew we didn't really have punk rock voices at all. We arrived at my house just as St. Jimmy came on.

"Thanks for the ride, Niall," I said, getting our of the car.

"No problem, I'll see you later!"

"Yeah, see ya. Bye, Harry!"

Harry didn't respond as they drive away, leaving me to think about his cute face and quiet but adorable personality.

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"Hey, honey, did you get a date?" My mom asked me as we sat at dinner together. I choked on my mashed potatoes. Me? Getting a date? Ha! That'd be the day!

"Yeah, Mom," I said sarcastically, "I ran into Beyoncé at group therapy and decided to ask her out. We have a date at the cinema on Friday."

Mom rolled her eyes, nudging me slightly with her elbow, "Come on, I know you have a crush on that boy! What's his name? Harrison?"

"His name is Harry, and I don't have a crush on him," I denied. I wasn't a terrible actor, but my mom knew me inside and out. I mean, she'd seen me naked countless times and I came out of her fucking vagina so I would assume she knew me pretty well. She could tell when I was lying.

"Sorry, Louis, I can't hear you over your lies," she smirked.

"Maybe you should get hearing aids, then. You are getting kinda old," I teased.

She faked a look of mock hurt, "At least I can get a date."

"Yeah, with one of the guys at the retirement home," I laughed.

"Well, even if I'm old, I'm still your mother and I can ground you."

"No, Mom, please don't!" I begged. She just smirked and left the table, leaving me without an answer.

Goddammit.

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Okay so that chapter kinda sucked but I haven't updated in a while and figured you guys deserve a new chapter so there it is. Sorry for my awful update schedule but I've been working on other stories. I know it doesn't seem like it bc I haven't posted anything but I am. I'm trying to get stories completed before I post them so that I can update regularly. Anyway, thanks for reading. Love ya xoxo