glossophobia {larry stylinson}

prologue

Louis was never the boy to put his hand up in the air eagerly in class. He was never the boy to stand up for himself or what he believed in and he certainly wasn't the boy to say no to someone who wanted the answer yes.

Now, it wasn't that Louis was quiet, because he wasn't. He was a very simple boy though, who wanted nothing but to make every single person around him happy. He had rules that he followed everyday and they went; listen carefully and nod, answer short and sweet, shut up.

Those rules concluded in Louis having very minimal friends. His best friend was a young, irish boy, by the name of Niall, who had moved from Mullingar in Ireland to small Doncaster in England for his parents job.

Louis and Niall had become close friends because they balanced each other out well. When Louis couldn't finish a sentence or was too shy to talk to someone, Niall would step in and save the day by dimming down the awkward tension Louis had created.

Recently, Louis had come to the conclusion that his inability to hold a conversation was social anxiety, and he would be fine with that if it wasn't for that fact that he's 18 and in his graduating year of high school.

But he had his mother, Jay and his 6 little siblings, as well as Niall who accepted him for who he was and that is all that mattered to him.

Besides, Louis never cared much for his social life. He loved singing acting and spent most of his time in his cramped bedroom belting out the lyrics to musical theatre songs ((usually Grease)), until Lottie was banging on his door telling him to "shut the hell up". So being the good brother he was, he would stop for a minute until Lottie walked back to her bedroom, until the singing started all over again, twice as loud.

He was just a simple boy, not looking for love, not looking for money or fame. He just wanted his family and his music. Well, at least that's what he thought.