Loose Change (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter One

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 Working for a local flowershop in town, Louis has found it to be a difficult task to actually get some goodnight's sleep. He doesn't get it why his neighbors across the street from him tend to fight every night; he just doesn't. Sometimes he questions himself whether this is some sort of punishment sent from God; but then again, no one is as kind a soul as Louis Tomlinson (but he doesn't know that). He's a naive boy who believes that there's good in everyone.

 And who lives in this house on the other side of the street you say? Well, it's none other than the misunderstood badboy in town; Harry Styles, along with his father. Both of them are the cause of all the racket at night, both of them are to blame for precious little Louis not being able to sleep.

 What will happen when one day, they'll finally cross paths and meet? Will they get along, knowing that they're two very different people? When will sleep-deprived little Lou finally get some much needed rest?

>> First Chapter <<

 Staring up at his ceiling, he laid there on his bed, restless. He couldn't sleep, at all, due to the racket that could be heard from outside. Louis tries his best, really he does, to try and block out all the clatter and fuss before every night.

 He would close his windows, curtains included (not like they'd have any effect), shut the doors and finally bury himself with endless amounts of blankets and his soft warm comforter (which he loves so much) to try getting some rest. Louis even drinks warm milk before bed, hoping for it to help him sleep.

 But alas, as the sun would rise the next day, the results would always be the same. It would end up with him not having the amount of sleep his system requires for each passing day.

 This lack of sleep would then be the cause for his loss of focus the next day at work. Louis would end up either sleeping on the job, being rude to customers (and trust me, he tries his best to not be rude), or just plainly staring off into space to God knows what. Some people have even jokingly mistaken him for a mindless zombie.

 You see, it's not really his fault; it's his neighbors' fault. Just across the street, about 10 meters from his home, stood the cause of all the pandemonium. The house across the street from his was said to be inhabited by a father and a son.

 This was a typical night for Louis. But of course, living in routine can get tiring, especially if this routine causes you to be deprived of sleep.

 Louis wasn't unfamiliar, with all the hubbub and commotion; he hears it every night, loud and clear. Apparently, the real action begins at exactly 10pm, that's the time when ...

*A Few Minutes Earlier, Just Across The Street*

 He parked his motorcycle on its side stand just barely making it past the pavement; he was too tired to care, and even if he wasn't too tired he still wouldn't care.

 Dusting off the leather vest he was wearing, he then proceeded to walk up to the doors of his home, if you could still call it that. He then noted that the lights inside were on.

 This structure that stood in front of him had stopped being a home to him a long time ago. This wasn't a home; this was merely what you call shelter.

 As he continued to make his make his way to the doors, his boots made a clicking sound on the cement with each step he made. In the quiet night, the necklaces that hung upon his neck clanked against one another on his well-built chest.

 Stepping onto the porch he could now see the empty bottles of beer strewn across it. This was sort of a frequent sight, this familiarity which always caused the bitterness to flood.