Autism (Larry Stylinson) boyxboy

Chapter 2

September 22, 2014- Original update

[Update: 5/7/2020, I hope you guys can enjoy the book more with these changes and edits]

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Louis' P.O.V

"Can you like stop making out now? It's really disgusting." I groaned. My two best friends who had fallen in love decided to show me what should only be done behind closed doors. I'm gay myself, but I really don't need to see them shoving their tongues down each other's throats every single day.

"You're just jealous that you're lonely." Niall said sticking his tongue at me.

"Yeah and we're just so hot together." Liam 'bragged'.

"Yeah, it's not that I'm maybe a little disgusted that you guys are practically swallowing each other whole." I retorted, rolling my eyes. They both glared at me and continued being obscene. Instead of watching this porn video in the making, I decided to leave our hangout outside of the school and walk in. I immediately whipped out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram to avoid uncomfortable eye contact with people in the hallway. An obnoxious clacking sound was  following behind me, and I cringed. They were getting closer and I thought they'd walk right past me and keep going instead of stopping in front of me.

"Mr. Tomlinson." she growled. I instantly knew who it was just from her voice. My arch nemesis.

"What?" I snapped in annoyance.

"Since you've been failing classes, disrespectful to teachers, and just outright belligerent and idiotic in class, I'm giving you community work." My head immediately shot up from my phone and I know I was looking at her as if she had 3 heads. Is she insane? Can principals do that?

"No. No way." I said dismissively.

"You don't have a choice. And your parents also signed off on this agreement." She says with her voice laced with humor. This woman is truly evil.

"You can't make me."

"Oh, but I can. I'll expel you if you don't."

"I don't mind."

"But your parents do. And they told me to advise you that if you refuse, you will be grounded indefinitely."

"Fuck."

"Language Tomlinson. You will be tutoring a junior, Harry Styles. He's 17 years old and has trouble learning, hence him being a year behind. You will go to his house tonight and help him study for his test tomorrow."

"This is bull-"

"It's ironic cause you're the one who really needs a tutor, but that's all the positions we have left. And I know you have some brains in that head, you just choose not to use them. You will do this for the rest of the year."

"Fuck me." I groaned.

"Here's his address." She said handing me a slip of paper. I snatched it out her hand angrily and at this point there had to be smoke coming out my ears. I've never had the urge to slap someone more in my entire life.

"Goodbye Mr.Tomlinson!" She cackled, walking down the hall and into her office. Why God why? I swear my parents hate me.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked me, walking up from from behind.

"Yeah you look like you've seen a ghost." Niall said following up.

"I got fucking community work for the rest of the year! I'm a damn tutor! I'm forced by Miss Bitch and my parents." I yelled pulling at my hair.

"Oh. That sucks. That's kinda ironic cause-"

"Yeah yeah! I know I'm failing like all my subjects."

"Well maybe the guy is hot."

"Doubt it. He's 17."

"What's wrong with a 17 year old?"

"Too childish. Too innocent."

"You're only 19, Louis, you're not that much older than him. And your definition of innocent is someone who isn't fucking people every night." He snickered.

"Fuck off." I mumbled as I walked away from them and to my next class. The rest of the day passed by quickly and it was over before I knew it. The thought of going to this random guy's house occupied my thoughts for most of the day. I was really dreading this. I angrily walked down the steps of the school and into my car, slamming the door shut. I put the address into my my phone, angrily of course, and began driving. 10 minutes later I arrived at an old run down house. I got out my car with my backpack and walked up the steps to knock on the door. This is kinda eerie, and knowing that damned principal she probably set me up with a serial killer.

The door creaked open and a boy opened the door. He had on a grey beanie, black t-shirt and jeans. He looked at me with confused green eyes through thick lashes.

"W-Who are you?" He squeaked.

"I'm Louis. You're tutor." I huffed.

"Oh. I f-forgot you were c-coming. Hold on." And he slammed the door in my face. What the fuck? I was torn between staying and jumping in my car and speeding away, but I stayed put, for once thinking about the consequences. He opened the door again.

"Come in." He said opening the door for me. I walked in and looked around the small house.

"S-sorry for the m-mess." He stuttered. Does he stutter? What a freak.

"W-we can g-go in m-my room." He mumbled walking up the stairs. When's the last time this place has been renovated? I followed him
up the stairs to his room and I expected to see some something weird or some voodoo shit, but it was pretty boring. He sat down at his desk with papers scattered all over it. I quickly glanced at them and saw they were all marked with grades of 50 and below. He quickly grabs them, visibly embarrassed, and shoves them into a desk drawer. I uncomfortably sit down in the chair next to him.

"Okay let's start with math I guess." I mutter grabbing my books. He nodded and reached across the desk for a pencil. As he reached over I saw cuts littering his arm. People who cut are are truly sick. It's such a pointless action that made no sense at all. I laid out the textbook and flipped to a page that looked easy enough.

"Do 1 through 8." I demanded. He nodded his head and I took out my phone to distract myself. 10 minutes later he quietly announced he was done. I checked all of the answers in the answer key and they were all completely wrong.

"Well you got them all wrong."

"I know, I-I'm stupid."

"I know right?" I joked. He looked at me through his lashes and his eyes flashed with hurt.

"Hey, I was just joking." But he didn't seem convinced.

"I think I-I learned e-enough for t-today." He sniffed. I felt bad a bit bad that I had hurt his feelings enough for him to kick me out. I don't get why he got so hurt over a stupid joke, but I obliged and let myself out. I got into my car, laid my head on the steering wheel and sighed heavily. Well that went, just beautifully. 1 day down, 364 to go.

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