Unwritten (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter One - Meeting Him.

"Louis, honey. Time to wake up." Said my mum. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. "What time is it, mum?" "Time for school, Lou." She walked out and closed the door gently. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my glasses, putting them on my face. I glanced in the mirror. "Disgusting." I thought to myself. "I really am disgusting." I sighed. I grabbed my shirt and tie off my dresser, and grabbed my trousers out of my drawers. I threw them on, tightening my tie.

I wish I could loosen up, like the cool kids. But I don't know how to, it's too hard to just loosen up.

"Louis! Almost time to go!" My mum yelled. I sighed. "Okay!" I yelled back.

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I walked inside the school to be greeted by nasty looks. I ignored them, I got used to it. I walked to my locker and unlocked the lock, I got my books that I need to first and second class. I hurried along to my first, but got rudely stopped by a tall boy curly hair and bright green eyes. He was with some blonde girl, his arm around her shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry." I said, my voice was shaking. He looks scary, but cute. "Watch it, dork, before I break your glasses while they're on your face." He started walking along with the girl. I sighed and continued to class.

I took my seat waiting for class to start. Mrs.Montanna was sitting in her seat playing on her phone, so I decided to take me extra five minutes of free time to study.

The bell rang and everyone was in the class room, excluding one person, the door squeaked open and walked in the curly haired boy who I bumped into in the hall. "Styles, you're late to my class again." Said Mrs.Montanna. "I was in the loo." He replied, with a tone of aggression in his voice. He sat in the empty seat beside me and pulled out his phone. "Okay, Styles don't let it happen again. Anyways, class, today you'll be working with the person beside you for a project that's due in a week, you have all week in class and at home to work on it."

I looked over at 'Styles' who was staring at me. "Hi." I said, my voice cracking, again. "Hi.." He replied. "I guess we're partners." He continued. "I guess." I said back.
"You'll have to do an active volcano, creativity matters in this, so don't BS it." She looked over at 'Styles' giving him the "that means you" look.
"So do you wanna come to my house tonight or do I go to yours?" He asked me. Wow. I thought he'd make me do all the work. "Yours, my parents kinda embarrass me." I reply. He nodded. "I'll pick you up at 6. Write down on a piece of paper where you live." I did what he said and handed him a piece of paper. "Thanks." he said, scanning over the paper. "Oh wait, I live right beside you." I looked at him. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, I never come outside so that's why you probably don't see me. I live by myself too." I nodded. "Oh."

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I walked over to 'Styles' house, he was sitting on his porch, like he was waiting for me. "Hi." he greeted me. "Hi." I replied. "I never got your name." He stated. "Louis, Louis Tomlinson." He nodded his head. "Hi, Louis. I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He smiled, I smiled back. I've never seen him smile before. It's beautiful, though. He's so adorable. "Louis?"
"Oh, sorry I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing." He shrugged his shoulders and opened the door to go inside. I followed him behind going to his room, he closed the door behind him. "There's a computer if you need it." He pointed at a laptop laying on his bed. I sat on his bed and opened it, it turned on right away. "Wanna go to a party tonight?" He asked. I looked at him and then down at my clothes. "Uh, I don't think I'm suitable for a party." I said. "You can borrow my clothes, dude. And you have contacts at your house right? You can get those."
"Okay, I guess." He smiled in delight and rummaged through his closet, he pulled out a shirt and jeans and threw them on the bed, then he wondered over to his drawers and pulled out a beanie, tossing it next to me with the other clothes. I opened Google Chrome on his computer and started typing, I decided to just play around with it and somehow managed to open is history. "Um, Harry?" He looked at me. "Yeah, Tomlinson?" "Why do you have gay porn on you laptop?" He turned red. "If you wanna know the truth, I think I might be gay, but I'm not quite sure yet." I looked at him. "Me too." I said. He stared at me. "Well, have you had any type of experience with a boy?" He asked. "No, not really." I replied. he walked over to me and sat beside me, moving the laptop away. He leaned in real close to me, as if he was going to kiss me. "Kiss me and let's see if we like it, yeah?" I blushed and I'm sure he could tell. He cupped my cheek with his hand gently and put his lips against mine, kissing me softly. He pulled away and looked at me. "You're a good kisser, Tomlinson." "You too, Styles." I blushed a even brighter red.