je l'aime || l.s

prolouge

louis' pov ;

when i was a junior, i took orchestra. i played the viola and i thought i was getting great at it. for my last concert, i had a small solo. it was about 16 seconds long, but i enjoyed every second of it.

i basically enjoy playing the viola. the first time i played it was in the grade 6 when they first introduced something music-wise beside the general music. i decided to take a shot at orchestra since i had to choose one to pass music. so i chose the viola and went on from there.

i met a girl called eleanor that played the flute, she was sweet. we became friends, until she pulled me into the girls bathroom, made out with me then gave me detention for the whole week.

no sparks.

i didnt like the fact that i touched girl lips. i discovered i was gay in the grade 7, since i realized i had a strange fear of vaginas and girl lips. vaginas are like black holes that suck up everything in its path.

but anyways, next week is the first day of my senior year. im not so excited about it since they got rid of orchestra and choir and replaced it with world languages. they had french, spanish, and german courses available to take. i am chosing french since i visit france every summer since my grandfather lives there. id love to communicate with some citizens there and take french. but i still didnt like that they got rid of my fucking viola.

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'hey' zayn spoke through my iphone, sound a little muffled. then i heard a sniff.

'hey, man. how are you doing?' i smiled a sympathetic smile. zayn has had bronchitis for the last couple days and was stuck in the hospital drinking soup.

zayn hates soup.

'im doing alright-' he dryly coughed and snickered.

'great, babe. do you think youd be able to go school next week?' i sounded way too hopeful. well, zayn is my best friend. its my job to know that hes okay.

ive known zayn since the sixth grade in orchestra class on the same day i met el. we got to know eachother and became best lads.

'hm, sorry lou but i-' a cough interrupted what he was going

to tell me.

'i understand-' 'dont think i can-' our voices overlapped over the phone and we laughed, then zayn had a coughing attack.

'ah, im sorry buddy. ill see you

soon. get some rest?' i sighed and ran a hand through my dark chestnut fringe.

'yeah. bye, lou.' zayn choked out and hung up.

i sighed and walked upstairs to my room and marked the first day of school on my calender as i had planned before, but was too lazy to go

upstairs.

'i should probably change.' i bit my lip as i looked into my mirror to my black tee shirt and the traditional plaid, red pajama pants.

i threw on a white tee shirt with the sleeves and side cut off, and beige capis that i rolled up just above my knees.

i ran downstairs and attempted to cook myself breakfast. i threw an egg and cheese into a pan and made something interesting. i didnt eat it because it looked like burnt vomit.

i simply made some cereal, then ate it, and lastly stepped outside to take a walk. just to enjoy the limited weather of august.

i took a deep breath and walked over to the park and sat on the swings and looked around. then i finally swung

my legs and started to swing. but then all of a sudden, i felt a huge pressure against my back and a cry.

'holy shh.' i jumped off as quick as i could and tried to find the person i accidently hit.

'oh my god, im sooo fucking sorry. oops.' i found him really fast and got on one knee and covered my mouth.

he was laying on the ground holding his face in his hands and then sniffed. he stood up and wiped his tears away and brushed off his knees. 'that hurt.' he first said,'its ok. hi.' he gave me a small smile.

'im louis.' i looked at the taller lad with the long curly hair and emerald green eyes. he was gorgeous.

'im harry.' he put his hands behind his back and looked down at me with a friendly, a bit bigger, smile.

'im sorry i hit you harry,' i started, 'where did i hurt you at?' i shrugged and gave him a sympathetic smile then searched his arms.

'here.' he lifted up his shirt and pointed at a spot on his stomach. he adorably was looking down at his tiny buldge of a belly. 'there?' i pointed at the spot and he nodded. i gave him a smirk and i lightly pecked it.

i gotta admit that hes kind of cute.

'it feels much better. thanks louis!' he grinned at me with deep dimples that looked like never-ending pits. he released his shirt and gave me a little hug.

i might like this kid,