glossophobia {larry stylinson}

01

songs for this chapter:
the a team - ed sheeran
give me love - shawn mendes cover
use somebody - one direction cover
sleeping at last - turning page
just a little bit of your heart - ariana grande
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I could hear the rush of Niall's steps up my front porch. I could hear his heavy breathing after running for miles in the freezing, winter cold. I could hear him knocking on the door but yet I could only do so much as slowly shuffle my way out of bed to save the poor boy from hypothermia.

With sweater paws, I reached forward and opened the door, only to be shoved out of the way as the irish boy rushed in and slammed the door closed on the icy day, shivering madly.

He stared my body up and down, soon realising I was not dressed in my school uniform but in my comfortable navy blue, flannel pyjama set that my mother had got me way too long ago to say without it being embarrassing.

"Louis William Tomlinson, don't you dare tell me I just ran 3 miles in a soon to be blizzard for you to not be going to school today!"

"I'm sorry Niall, I'm sick." I coughed a little and wiped my nose to make it all seem believable because honestly, I was perfectly fine. Physically anyways.

"Quit it with the bullshit Tomlinson. you're fine."

"But... the people Niall- you know what, nevermind." If there was one thing everybody knew about me, it was that I never told anyone my feelings. I was very much a closed book when it came to personal problems because I was afraid of judgment from my peers. The judgement and bullies are what caused my inability to speak with people become a reality.

Niall sighed loudly, snapping me out of my thoughts and pulled me into my bedroom.

"Well, I'm not going to school if you arent... What do you want to do?"

So half an hour later we decided what we were going to do. We ended up driving my car through the thickening snow for an hour until we got to another small town that had yet to be snowed on. We brang blankets and bit of food and dragged it onto a grassy padock. We both curled into little buritos and Niall devoured everything in the basket, talking about everything from how stupid school is to politics.

That was until an hour into our one sided conversaton, a young boy that seemed possibly older than me, stumbled in front of my vision. His eyes were the first thing that stood out to me. They were a clouded green, similar to that of beautifully kept grass. His hair spun in loose, chocolate brown curls, just nudging his broad shoulders. He had a tall and slim body and was wearing a loose, black jumper that matched with his extremely tight black skinny jeans and chunky brown boots. Not a bad view, I thought to myself, as I stood up and he cleared his throat.

"Why are you on my property?" his voice was low and husky like the sound of gravel rolling under my tyres.

"I'm- we-" I choked out, shaking my head in fear.

"What's wrong, little teacup?" He cocked is eyebrow teasingly and then released a breathy laugh, a very beautiful sound that I believe would sound similar to the sound you hear when you enter both heaven and hell.

"We were just leaving, sorry about this." Niall stood up, starting to drag the food and blankets back to my rusty, old commodore.

"Okay." The stranger smiled, before leaning in close to my face. "Do come back though teacup, I have some things you might just fancy."