Four Seasons: Larry Stylinson

Part 5

Chapter Five: Louis

Louis flipped through the pages of his book, absolutley mesmerized by the plot and lifestyle of the main character. It was absolute genius. Back at his old school, he was an English geek, and people continuosley thought that he was some weird copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald for some reason. Of course he wasn't, seeing as he didn't even like The Great Gatsby. He had no idea why he owned the book in the firstplace, because the ingenius idea of the love affair was horrible and bland.

Louis wasn't really all about those older style novels. Well, sure, he liked some, but the ones like Pride and Prejudice, or Wuthering Heights? Awful. The concept was ace, he might admit, but other than that, he thought people try to appreciate it more for the complicated context and not for the actual book. Because the context might've been good, but we'll never know because half the time, you had no idea what they're actually saying. It would take you five reads to actually get what the author was going on about and then some serious analyzing.

Louis didn't even care, and had no idea why he was rambling about this. He returned to his book, biting the inside of his lip intil he heard someone scraping snow from next door. He turned his head, leaning about, trying to get a better look at whoever was in Harry's back yard in such dreary weather conditions. Louis thought Harry would be at school, seeing as it was Tuesday.

Louis' head craned over, and saw a mop of curls bouncing about, and shoveling snow off his patio. Louis stood up, setting down his book, as the tree beside his house dripped water. It was late April and the snow was just melting. Thank God, of course. He would've thought that winter was going to last a lifetime. It was actually spring, but everybodyjust assumed that since snow was still on the ground, it was winter. 

Louis walked over to the small wooden fence that connected their lots, and rested his arms on it, watching Harry work in frustration as some snow was still iced on the patio.

"Working hard there, I see?" Louis said, laughing at the sight.

Harry jumped up, slipping on some ice and landing flat on his butt. His cheeks flushed in embarresment, while Louis quickly hopped over the fence and ran to harry's side. "You alright there, Harry?" Louis asked, obviously concerned.

Harry nodded, "M'fine, its alright," he assured.

"What're you doing out here? The weather's absolute shit today," Louis said, looking at the gray clouds.

"I was, uh, shoveling the patio, or else the wood would deteriorate. It was frozen over all winter, but now since its warming up, its leaking and we don't want the ice to melt in the patio," Harry explained, pushing his hair back, and stompingnhis boot, shaking some now off. "What're you doing?" he asked.

" I was reading," Louis nodded, waving his book in the air.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Lullabies for Little Criminals." 

"Haven't read that one.'

"Not many people have. You should... I mean... you could  borrow  it sometime. If you- if you want."

"Sure," Harry smiled.

Louis smiled, now getting slightly nerovous for no reason. "Right, well, how's school?"

Harry shrugged, looking down at his feet, "Irrelevant."

Louis let out a breathy laugh, "Oh, isn't it?"

"Yes, entirely so."

Louis bit the inside of his cheek, "I'm starting school, next week Monday, I'm going to Kentwood?"

Harry's face lit up, "That's where I go!"

Louis copied his smile, admiring his little dimples. Louis was trying extremly hard from squealing like a little girl, because Harry was just that cute. "Good, know at least I'll know some people."

"One person," Harry corrected.

"Well, you could introduce me to your friends too."

Harry scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah, except I only have one."

Louis raised an eyebrow, "Why do I not believe that?"

"Believe what you want. Niall's a pretty laid back person anyways, you'd like him...I guess."

"Niall's his name?" Louis asked smiling.

"Yeah."

"Well, I'd love to meet him defiently." 

"Maybe you will."

"Maybe. I mean... if you actually introduce us sometime," Louis laughed, punching harry lightly in the arm.

"So... you're into reading?" Harry asked.

Louis nodded, "Not going to ask if you are, because I know you are."

"Just becasue I'm kind of, smart, doesn't necessarily mean I'm a literature junkie," Harry argued rolling his eyes.

"Well, are you?" Louis smirked.

"Sort of, I mean... It depends on your outlook on the whole thing."

"You said you liked to write," Louis asked.

Harry let out a small smile come across his lips, "Yeah I love writing."

"You said I could read some of your stuff some time, when shall that time come?" Louis leaned oveer on Harry's patio railing.

"Later on, you'll know when."

"Oh, here it goes," Louis expasterated.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"You'll get deep and philosophical on me, and I have no fucking idea what you're talking about half the time," Louis groaned, running his hand through his flat hair, he had left it natural for today, as he was honestly just planning staying inside and obviously not talking to Harry.

Louis licked his lips, pulling down his shirt and kicked off some snow that found its way to the toes of his Vans. Not that it mattered anyway, his Vans were white. And he like getting them dirty, so whatever.

"Well, sorry, I guess," Harry swallowed, his gaze focused on Louis' stomach instead of his face.

Louis smirked knowingly, "So, Harry how many girlfriends have you had?"

Harry blushed scarlet, getting all stutter-y and figdeting with his pockets on his coat, "How many do you think?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well I would've thiught the girls would be all over the curls," Louis raised an eyebrow.

Harry scoffed, "You'd be surprised, not that really interseted in being in a relationship in year ten, so it doesn't even matter, to be honest."

Louis liked how he said 'relationship' and not 'girlfriend' Louis said girlfriend just to get a reaction. "You're kind or prude, aren't you?" Louis asked completly blunt.

" You have horrible social skills," Harry noted, seemingly unaffected by Louis' comment.

"Says the boy with only two friends," Louis joked. 

"Two?"

"Yes, I'm considered a frined, am I not?"

"I-I guess... I mean, like, if you want to be c-considered a friends, or like, its up to you honestly. I'm not forcing you into anything, it's your own decision," Harry rambled playing with his hair.

"You're doing that thing again."

"What thing?" Harry's face reddend more.

"That nervous thing where you 'can't even form a coherent sentence."

Harry sucked in his cheeks, making Louis nervous now, and fidgety. Obviously, it was an irritation gesture that Harry was  pursuing by sucking in his cheeks, but obviously he was too naive to notcie it had an effect on Louis.

"I didn't realize, sorry," Harry said.

Louis smiled and nodded again, shuffling away from Harry, only after shouting a cheerful, "Talk to you later!"