Fluorescent Adolescents l.s

London Calling

Louis lightly bounced his head in front of his locker with his ear buds blaring The Clash, his chestnut hair that doesn’t exceed his jaw line and flimsy fringe covering and uncovering his face as he did so. You see, Louis had this theory. Despite being dressed like a fuck-boy everyday for this wretched school, if his music was loud enough he wasn’t here. He cringed just at the thought of what he was wearing. If this absolutely fantastic crisp, freshly ironed white polo and maroon and golden tie wasn’t the next thing to label him a pouf on his walk home today, then these maroon dress pants will. Don’t forget the blazer with the school logo embroidered on the left.

 He slammed his locker closed and turned around only to be face-to-face with Niall Horan- this scrawny little Irish fuck; blue eyed and artificial blonde locks. Probably the closest thing Louis had to a friend who wasn’t Troye.

                                                                                              

Louis backed away a bit before pulling out his ear buds.

“You’re gonna go deaf.” Niall stated plainly in his thick accent. His uniform identical to Louis with the exception of multiple gold pins on his blazer.

“Nialler, your concern is adorable,” Louis said with an eye roll as he popped an ear bud back in while the other was dangling off so he could still hear Niall.

“But there are far more concerns out in the big bad world my little leprechaun—“

“I said not to call me that.” Niall pouted, his ‘bad boy’ façade or whatever was left of it had gone to shit, and only at 8:01 a.m. Louis’ personal record.

“--- People have EBOLA, NIALL! EBOLA! I saw a homeless man when I got off my bus stop just this morning as well—well I might’ve pissed on him… but that’s beside the point—“ Louis said quickly, his voice getting higher while Niall looked around in horror then back at Louis in shock.

“Louis!” He gasped, dramatically. Of course Niall’s concern wasn’t supposed to be funny but that didn’t change the fact that Louis thought it was. He didn’t piss on some bum this morning, obviously, but Mr.GangboyHoran didn’t have to know that.

“Yet here you are, Horan. You’re worrying over some privileged white boy in England who has access to fresh water going deaf. Sick. You are one sick bastard.” Louis concluded with mock disgust. Niall released an exasperated sigh,

“Are you done?”

“Quite. Now what do you want besides to scrutinize my volume of music, blondie?”

“Don’t call me that either. Anyways, there’s a party tonight and we’re short a few things.” Niall said seriously. Louis’ features grew interested as he lowered the volume on his ipod.

“Short as your dick short?” Louis said, trying to keep his face serious. Niall bushed a bright red which made Louis snort.

“Are you going to help us or am I just being abused for the fuck of it?” Niall said irritably. He looked kind of menacing now. Good.

“Who is this ‘us’?” Louis finally spoke after a moment of silence.

“The lads.” Niall answered curtly.

“I don’t do gang affiliation, mate.”

“Are you shitting me? Lou, please there are going to be emo kids there and Harry, that you’re in love with—“

Louis closed the gap between the two and got in Niall’s face, piercing his blue eyes with his own. “I’m not gay or emo, you twat. I was just fucking with you, but you can get your own drugs now!”  Louis side-stepped Niall before storming off to class. Even though the school had an assembly first period today. He rolled his eyes before heading to the auditorium to meet the rest of the group.

.x.x.x.

The sea of people crowding the entry way of the auditorium soon scurried to split in two to make a pathway for the group of boys loudly entering. Harry cracked his fingers in agitation. A group of what… six? Yeah, six adolescent

boys weren’t so powerful. Harry always kept quiet about being feared or worshipped. He was quiet overall that was just his role with his mates.

“Haz!” Niall shook his shoulders to escape his daze and direct him to where the rest of them were sitting. Harry sat at the end of the row absent-mindedly while he fiddled with his hat. He forgot how he even got involved in this anyways…

“Did you get the shit from Tomlinson?” Zayn asked Niall with inquiring eyebrows. Zayn was more physically adapted to be in a gang, and a little more menacing with his dark eyes that always look ready to drunkenly glare someone down across the bar. Not including his perpetual cigarette smell that used to trigger Harry’s asthma. Even through the dim lighting, Harry could see Niall tense.

“He wouldn’t, uh, sell.” Niall tried to say coolly even though all the boys could sense his nerves.

“Dude,” Chris said with very apparent bewilderment. It was enough to break the tension and make the boys chuckle. Chris had been living in England since he was 10 and was just getting a sort of rubbed off accent mixed with his Michigan one, which was where he was originally from. Chris sighed dramatically,

“I just wanted some Goddamn cannabis!” He whined like a teenage girl mourning over Starbucks.

They all tried to shush him and muffle their own laughter as the assembly was about to start.

 “Chris,” Harry whisper-yelled across the three boys separating himself and Chris. They both leaned over a bit so they could see each other. He nodded in Harry’s direction.

“Louis doesn’t sell that stuff, I think.” Harry said. He didn’t know why he felt the need to say it or speak for Louis when he’s never spoken to him, but it just felt necessary.

“Really? He looks like the type. If you find anyone, let me know.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug, clearly not thinking about it furthermore. What?

“What do you mean looks like the type? I mean…We’re in school uniform we all look the same or like dress the same---“

“Shh!” scolded Liam, who was next to Zayn. They were all fairly tall with the exception of Chris and Niall, but Liam was more bulky; muscle. He had his share of fist fights and mugging people out of boredom, but he was always motherly. They couldn’t even tease him about this trait because it’s what kept them afloat during drive-bys or 15-men gang against their 6-boy one.

“Charlie…” Harry whispered to the last boy. He couldn’t help it. The Louis Conversation was too enticing. He had this period… first with Louis but he sat all the way in the back of the class whereas Harry sat front row so the teacher could keep an eye on him. Even if never so much as speaks in class but he’s a nuisance by associate to these five.

“I said ‘what’, you cunt.” Charlie said snappily. Charlie was a sweetheart, honest. Just a sweetheart who didn’t have the best word choice. He had a big nose and long orange frizzy hair to his shoulders. Harry still found him nice-looking.

“Tomlinson? Does he sell cactus?” Harry said innocently. He remembered a story about when Charlie first enrolled here and the head administrator thought Charlie had dyed his hair. Charlie’s response was his hand on his belt with a wink saying ‘Do you need proof?’

“Harry…” Chris said in exasperation.

“Nah. Pills, coke, weed sometimes. Yeah that’s all.” Charlie said while resting his feet behind the seat of ‘some bloke’

Harry turned to back to the stage where some professional looking woman was going on and on about dress code and the school’s zero tolerance policy. He couldn’t help but find his gaze falling to where he was supposed to sit with his class. With Louis who doesn’t sell cannabis.