Something Special ➣ Larry Stylinson

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[A/N: fetus Eleanor to the side or above awwwwh!
I'm honestly surprised with myself because I've got this book all planned out, which never happens and my mind is swimming with ideas for this book.
Oh and also, the reason why I'm more descriptive with the characters movements and facial expressions and stuff and not like, the setting is because I want people to picture the setting however they want. Like Harry's house can look however you want it to look. Just make sure you picture a big house ;) but yeah I just wanted to say that because I know some people are really descriptive when describing where the characters are. And I'm also not that descriptive when describe what someone's wearing so if I say that, for example Eleanor, is wearing a dress, just picture in your favorite dress(es). c:
P.S: there isn't any Larry in this chapter because Niall kind of starts all the unnecessary drama in Louis' life so I sowwie ): ]

Harry had just started teaching English and was passing out the vocab quiz the kids took yesterday. Louis was seated at his desk, chewing nervously on his lower lip because he still had a somewhat hard time at spelling. He could've cheated off of Eleanor or Zayn because the two were smart but Mr. Styles had told him that he'll never learn that way. Plus he could get caught and that would result in a detention.

"Are you okay, Louis?" Eleanor's sweet voice filled his ears, causing him to stop tugging at his lip and turn his gaze to the girl in front of him. She looked stunning today. Her hair half up half down with a cute, silver bow in her hair to go with the dress she was wearing. He nodded, his cheeks heating up when seeing the girl smile.

"Nervous about your grade? It's okay, Lou. I'm sure you did better than Niall." She giggled as Niall lightly shoved her bicep, causing a bit of jealousy to bubble inside. The boy let out a nervous chuckle, pushing the negative, random feeling of jealousy aside.

He saw Mr. Styles walk up and place the paper down on his desk with a soft smile. "Good job, Louis." The boy shrieked when Harry ruffled his hair before walking away to give out the rest of the papers.

He grabbed the quiz and looked at the score at the top.

8/10.

Is that good? He only missed two. Is that a good grade?

He turned to Zayn and murmured, "what's an eight out of ten?"

"Um lets see.. I'm pretty sure that's a B minus. Eight divided ten is point .8, which is technically .80, so that's 80 percent, which is indeed, a B minus." Zayn patted the beaming boys shoulder then turned his gaze to his own quiz. He had his first ever quiz and he got a B minus. His parents would so (not) be proud of him.

"Good job Louis! I got one hundred percent." Eleanor grinned as she put the quiz into her folder. Louis slightly frowned that she did better but he knew it was coming since he's not as smart as she is. He wished he was though.

"Oh Louis. By the way," Niall interrupted his thoughts. "Meet me at my locker after school so we can work on the project."

Louis mentally facepalmed when remembering he forgot to tell his mom and dad he wouldn't be home after school. He was sure to get punished.

"I don't think I can anymore.. My parents don't know I'll be going to your home after school and I'll get in trouble.." And Louis regretted saying that. Niall had the worst look on his face. He looked so all of a sudden angry, as though he had taken and eaten his food (Niall was very protective of his food. He never lets anyone touch it). Zayn and Eleanor had horrified looks as well, and as Harry began talking and going over the quiz, Niall spoke quietly, venom hinted in his voice.

"Louis Tomlinson. You are my partner and you will work on the stupid project when I tell you to. Got it?"

The small boy quickly nodded, letting out a weak squeak while grabbing a red pen and getting ready to correct the words he got wrong. Moments later, a note was passed to him. It was Zayn.

'Im sorry about that. He's in that dumb possessive personality or whatever.'

Louis sighed softly but wrote back:

'Its ok. I can deal with it.'

But all he could think was, 'Get me away from him..'

*****

"Okay so this is the kitchen- Louis stay beside me- and here is the living room- we aren't watching tv, sorry. Now lets go to my room."

Do this, do that, don't do this, you can't do that. What the hell is wrong with this guy? Louis just wanted to be with Mr. Styles, holding his hand like the other day (is that even okay to do?) because he felt so safe with him; but sadly, the teacher wasn't here, meaning he felt unsafe.
Niall and his personality changes were hard to get used to. One day he'd be all giddy and bright, the next he would hate everyone and everything. How could the boy live like that? He just constantly hurt the people around him when he was in one of his shitty personalities and Louis was honestly scared Niall would hurt him- whether it be physically or emotionally.

"Louis!? Goddamn pay attention for fucks sake!" The Irish boy shouted, causing Louis to wince. He was used to his parents shouting and saying swear words but not his friends. He didn't know Niall had such a colorful vocabulary but he just honestly hates yelling in general.

"Please don't shout.." Louis whispered, tears pricking at his eyes as he followed Niall into his bedroom. He didn't see the blonde roll his eyes but he did.

"Whatever. Lets just hurry and get at least something done."

So Louis used Niall's laptop to create the PowerPoint (Mr. Styles had showed him how to make one before school) while Niall used the iPad to google all the basic information about the state of Ohio.

After awhile of silence and concentration, Niall asked, "Louis what's your sexuality?"

Sexu-what? Louis choked on air while looking over at the Irish boy with furrowed eyebrows. "My what?" What's a sexuality? Is he supposed to have one? He made a mental note to ask Harry what it meant.

"Never mind. Do you have a girlfriend? Have you ever been on a date?" Niall asked, setting his iPad down. Louis was completely confused. Why is he being asked all these questions?

"Um no."

"Do you like anyone?"

"Well I-"

"No. Your answer is no."

Louis raised an eyebrow at Niall's stern voice. He felt like he liked Eleanor just a little, and crazy to say, his teacher but Niall is basically saying he can't like anyone?

"Wait but-"

"Your answer is no, Louis. Just say no."

And to make the blonde leprechaun happy, he said 'no' in a small voice.

He's officially convinced that Niall has a mental illness, not just a personality disorder.

For the record, Niall doesn't have a mental illness other than the personality disorder. Unless being possessive over attractive things is an illness then yes, he has one.
And I chose Ohio for Louis and Niall's project because I live in a small city on the lake in Ohio😂

But yeah wow lots of votes and I'm still not getting used to it. We're getting close to 100 votes and 1,000 views. HOW EXCITING IS THAT!?!? Holy javlä that's exciting. But yeah thanks for the comments and votes and follows and stuff. It really puts a grin on my face.<3
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-Emma😊☺️