Lockers. - Larry Stylinson AU

A Note ~ Chapter 3 [Part 2]

Hellooo my lovely readers! :) So, Im doing part 2 of chapter 3 - i was interrupted by my bladder. heh. sowwie. but last one was 3 pages... AND THERE'S A PART 2?!! Wow. Anyways, enough with my boring author notes or whatever - TO THE STORY WE GOOOOO!!!

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Harry.

I sat in the car, waiting for Louis to start it up. We had to get on with the tour, otherwise I would be completely lost. He place keys, turned, and I heard the engine roar.

I wrapped the seat belt around me and got comfortable in the leather seat as I was lounging on.

"You have a wonderful car. Your parents must love you so much to buy this for you," I told him, a bit jealous of how his parents treated him, though I would never get that between us, becaue that would be incredibly stupid and just plain rubbish.

"My parents would never buy a car for me. I worked for it myself," He told me, he let out quiet sigh. Not an annoyed sigh, but it seemed like a sad sigh.

"Oh," I quietly murmured.

I had a tune in my head, it was not a real song, though. Just those little tunes you make up and go along with, pretending you are some artist. "Let's go crazy, crazy, crazy till we see the sun..." I sang quietly to myself, hoping Louis would not head me.

I was looking down to my feet, "You missed the bus, or..." Louis asked me, trying to break the awkward silence.

"Not really... Some guy pushed my off the bus... He wouldn't let me on," I said quite upset.

"Jesus Christ, why?" He asked seeming concerned.

I looked up to him, "I-I don't even know," I said, trying not to act so upset.

Louis patted my leg, trying to comfort, "Well, some people are assholes. At least you aren't," He told me.

I chuckled, "Thanks."

The rest of the ride was silence, but it was only a couple seconds until we arrived at the school parking lot.

"Hey, so what's that song you were singing in the car?" Louis asked me randomly.

So, he did hear me, "Not a song, really..." I mumbled.

Louis laughed, I was not sure why though. "Well, I'm just saying, I like your voice," He told me smiling, which made me smile was well. 

We got out of the door, Louis slammed the door, but I carefully closed it, like it was a fragile million dollar wine glass. 

"You should try out for the talent show," Louis randomly brought up.

"What? Why? I couldn't," I said too quickly.

"Oh, come on, mate. You are brilliant at vocals!" He said, but I still did not buy it, "How about, if you try out for the talent show, I will."

I looked at him with wide eyes, "I can't go alone..." I told him very shyly.

"Trust me. I couldn't either!" He chuckled.

"Why not together?" I suggested.

"Like... like a duet?" He stuttered.

I nodded, and I heard a quiet "okay."

For a long period of an hour, Louis showed me around the school. Each time he went very close to my, I had to resist the urge to kiss him, I have absouletly no idea why. I never thought of the idea of myself because bisexual or even gay. Every time I thought about it though, I thought of nothing wrong with that.

"This is the auditorium, we usually hold musicals and plays here. I played the lead role in Grease. It was wonderful!" Louis told me, smiling happily at his thought.

"So... for the talent show, we have to make up a song. Also, we need a group of 5." Louis said, suddenly remembering.

"Oh."

After we finished touring the school, I quickly went to my locker, unlocking it.

I was surprised to see a green sticky note stuck to it, I took it off and started to read it.

"I know I haven't known you for quite a long time... but I think I might have a little crush on you. Though, I could never tell you who I am, otherwise, maybe you would never love me back, it's kind of stupid, but it's much more safe."

That is all it was on the note, I tried looking around the note for any sorts of hints or clues of who this was, but there was nothing, only on the back it wrote "REPLY:" for me to write back to my anonymous lover. I hope they knew that I might get desperate to know who it was probably later on... or now. Who would even love me, though? I barely talked to anyone. Probably just some lame prank, but what do I know?

I grabbed a pen on the top shelf of my my locker, clicked it open, and wrote:

"If you like me, you could just tell me! It will not ruin anything! I promise! :) -Harry."

I stuck it back to the place it was before, and threw the pen back to its spot.

I closed my locker shut.

"Hey, Harry. Let's go to English, come on," Louis came by me, smiling.

As we walked through the halls, I started to tell him, "There was a note in my locker..."

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