Lockers. - Larry Stylinson AU

Lockers. {A Larry Stylinson BoyxBoy Fan Fiction}.

HAI.

omfggg. i just wrote the story on wattpad, right? SO THEN LIKE MY INTERNET JUST STOPPED WORKING AND IT RESTARTED.

I didnt even save :c now I have to restart again. dear. frickin. god. ugh.  anyways, im Deanna ;) AND THIS IS "Lockers." :D ENJOYYYY PLEASEEE♥♥

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Louis.

I fluttered my eyes open, awaken by arguing from below my floor. I rubbed my eyes, trying to get speckes out of my eyelids. Still half asleep, I grabbed the tip of my blanket it and shoved it off of my body, letting my skin tingle as the cold rushed through me.

"Lisa, you have to go now! You haven't even ate! Are you trying to starve yourself?" I heard the shouting of my mother to my 13 year old sister. I grunted at the racket.

I lounged on my bed, yawning every couple seconds, until I had the urge to get up, and go on with the day.

"I don't even have make-up on, mother. Do you want me to look like some freak?" I heard my sister reply rudely to my mother, and so she just muttered some words in response, though I could not hear anything.

I climbed down my ladder of my black painted bunk-bed, while trying to hear the chatter between the two women. Though, to my mishap, I slipped while climbing down and feel right on my fanny, with a large groan.

I suppose my father noticed this with his reply: "You aren't doing anything innapropriate in there, right?" My father asked me from downstairs, perhaps in the kitchen, newspaper on the table, spoon resting on his tongue while trying to taste the flavours in his oatmeal, while his legs rested on the chair opposite of him.

"No, papa," I reassured him. I didn't understand why he thought I was so into that stuff. I was a normal teenage boy, perhaps. I'm his son though, shouldn't he know more of me than some horny teenage boy (of what I am not).

As I remained on my bottom, still pain rushing through the area, I noticed my chocolate coloured weiner dog, Charlie. He was sound asleep. Snoring slightly, but I was quite used to it - I actually found it quite adorable most of the time. A puddle of drool was on the mattress under his chin. I smiled at him. He was the best thing that has ever happened to me, other than Niall. 

I quickly ran out of the house, trying to find something better to do. My mother and Lisa were discussing something related to Vogue, some magazine they admired so much, of which they would spend hours talking about fashion, make-up, and anything I really would not care of that much.

I walked around the streets, kicking a rusty can, looking for something amusing that I could see. I wondered if there were any carnivals or festivals in town, so I looked around buildings and poles to see any signs of posters that had a place to be entertained at.

While I continued walking to who-knows-where, I heared a quiet whimper. It was not from a human, more of an animal.

I turned around to try and follow the quiet whimpers, and I finally found him.

An adorable puppy layed tangled in a fence, unable to detach himself from the metal diamonds of the fence. I sighed as I saw the puppy whom kept whimpering, starring at me, pleading for help.

I looked down at him and came closer and tried to let him loose. I finally managed to get his paw out of there and he was able to roam around once again.

I would have expected him to run off, happily cheering, though he remained still, just starring up at me. I decided to take him home. I suppose he did not even have one, so it would be fine.

When I came inside home, I crept upstairs, hoping to be unnoticed with the creature being held in my arms. I was noticed, but my mother nor my father cared. It was the most amazing feeling ever, being able to keep something you adored, having to call it 'yours.'

I smiled back to Charlie, who was now licking my face with a loving touch. I pecked his muzzle and patted him on the back.

He was the most support I have ever had for years, and I praised him ever second I was with him, he was an amazing dog. He made my smile.

"You know where the food and water is, pal. I'm off to school today, you behave, okay?" I asked him, while rubbing his tummy.

He licked my face once more in response, then jumped back onto the bottom bed and fell fast asleep.

All I had to worry now is school: the first day.

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