London Fantasies (Larry Stylinson)

Where's My School Survival Guide?

Ch. 6

MARGAUX’S POV

I was rudely awoken by the shrill scream of my alarm clock. I groaned and tried to ignore it. It would shut up eventually, and that it did. Unfortunately, that gives way to a entirely new annoyance. Louis Tomlinson.

“ITS TIME TO GET UPPPPPPP YES ITS TIME TO GET UP!!!!!!!” Lou cheered as he jumped on my bed.

I didn’t want to get up. It was a Monday, and Monday meant school. School meant learning, which required paying attention. Something I was definitely not good at.

“I don’t wanna go!” I whined.


“You know how much I would love for you to stay, but I promised your mother that you would get an education! YAY LEARNING!!! WOOO! Plus, I don’t think you want to be a third wheel to Larry today,”

“Ew. TMI. I’ll go, but just this one time,” I smiled smugly , “Now get out, Mama’s gotta prep.”

He left my room with a boisterous laugh. That asshole. So what to wear what to wear. I opened my closet, hmmmmm. I decided on a simple black dress and my handy dandy jean jacket. When I had finished getting ready, I walked out and grabbed my backpack. I shouted a goodbye as I left the flat. The sky was clear and there was no sign that it had ever rained. I liked days like these, sunny yet cold. It was a short walk to school, not more than a few blocks or so. On my casual walk I had almost forgotten about last weekends worries. I decided I wouldn’t stress about it, I have a much bigger problem right now. High School.

Yes, High School. The place where your parent’s called “the time of your lives”. I called it Hell. You were constantly judged for everything you did, by teachers and students. There always had to be something wrong with you. You could walk in there feeling pretty good about yourself, and walk out with zero self esteem points and a broken spirit. As I approached the school, my heart dropped. I really don’t want to be here.

I went to my locker as quickly as possible, avoiding contact with anyone who looked grumpy. I’ve been there, and trust me is not a pleasant experience. I got all my stuff for my first class, English. I had a some time to kill, I didn’t realize I was so early. Poo.

I took a seat on a bench outside and tried to fall back asleep. Sweet...Beautiful...Sleep...

“HEY SLEEPY HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I almost jumped out my skin in fright. I screamed in alarm. I looked to see my friends rolling on the floor laughing as though this is the funniest thing they had ever seen. I only had two close friends at my school. Nicole and Perrie. We all kinda balanced each other out. Perrie was the spaztastic over-dramatic one. Nicole was the calmer one of us, but had random outbursts that no one really understood. We were pretty cool people, I’m not gonna lie.

“Guys, it wasn’t that funny..”

“OH YES IT WAS YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!” Perrie pointed.

“Okay Pear, get up before you cause a scene.” Nicole stated.

She got up and gave me a big bear hug. Not sure why...

“Oh I am so sorry for scaring the crap out of you! I’m also sorry for laughing at your expense. I understand if you never want to speak to me again.” She pleaded petting my hair.

It definitely looked weird that’s for sure. This was normal for us though. I accepted her apology as we walked toward the field.

“So your coming to the club meeting right?” she beamed.

Ah that’s right. The Larry Stylinson fanclub was meeting today. Perrie was absolutely obsessed with her little ship. The irony of it is that it isn’t just a little ship. I couldn’t tell her Larry was real, I promised I wouldn’t. I made up for it by going along with this whole Larry Fanclub business. Mostly because she was the president.