just another love story. ||• L. S. •||

chaptie 21

"Louis, c'mon." Harry tried shaking the sleepy boy who was burried under pillows and blankets for school. If Harry was honest, he was quite suprised Louis had not consumed any alcohol last night. He would've thought he had at least had a drink or two.. but no, he didn't.

"No, go away." Louis mumbled into the pillow he had his face nuzzled in. "I don't wanna go."

"Babe, c'mon, please? For me? And when we get back from the 'hell hole', then we can do whatever you want." Harry put quotations around 'hell hole' because that's what Louis would always call it. That or either Jail. Either one wad okay with him.

Louis lifted his head at Harry's offer, feeling a smirk inch on his face. "Anything?" He slowly sat up, squinting his eyes at the amount of light that was in the room. He was interested in what Haz was saying. Very, very interested. "And you're going to do it with me... right?" He was just making sure, raising his eyebrows and pointed a finger at the boy in front of him.

"Yeah, whatever. Just get dressed, okay?" Harry sighed giving Lou a weird look, walking toward the door slowly while still keeping an eye on Louis. "I'll be downstairs waiting, okay?"

"Alright, alright. But you have nooo Idea what you have gotten into, my boy." Louis sprung out of bed and out the door with Harry. He had to go to his house and get dressed, obviously.

As soon as louis got inside his home, he was trampled in his mothers questions.

"Where were you? Who were you with? Have you been doing drugs? Have you drank any alcohol? Did you do the 'dirty' with anyone? Are you hurt? What's that smell? Wait- that doesn't matter. Did you have 'it' with the neighbors cat? Louis!" Jay, his mother, went on and on, checking her sons arms, legs, face, stomach, back, everything she wanted to make sure wasn't bruised or anything.

"Wait Louis! I thought you didn't like pussy?!" Liam shouted from the kitchen, stuffing some left over pizza in his mouth.

Louis groaned loudly, pushing his mother off of him. "I'm fun mum. Just went over and hung out with Harry, accidently fell asleep." He lied briefly and ran into the kitchen to only bop Liam on the head.

"Aye! What was that for, I was only asking a simple question."

"That, my dear friend, is just because I can." Louis rolled his eyes, flicking Liam's forehead before running to his room, fast enough so his best friend/ enemy won't be able to get him, till after he comes back out.

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"Love ya', mum!" Louis called out as he made is way out the door. Liam mumbling a loud 'love ya' after him. Louis, Liam and Niall would just walk to school together. School wasn't very far from where they live, maybe a couple blocks. So Louis and Liam just walked over to Niall's house to go get 'im, and walked to school. Talking about this and that. Occasionally switch from topic to singing to pushing eachother into trash cans or trees and laugh.

Normal.

Harry, Shasta, and Zayn on the other hand.. slap and run. Even though Harry had a car, they would still run to school after punching one another. And when they weren't abusing each other they would talk about, stuff..

Ya' know, ask random people for something they obviously didn't need.

Ask each other what would happen if instead of water, they had chicken nuggets for rain.

Tease each other about the way their hands look, and how they do stuff.

Zayn would always tease Shasta about stuff she would do. The way she walks. Kinda holds onto her upper thigh like a bad-ass she thinks she is. And with the hand that isn't holding her thigh, swinging beside her or shoved somewhere in her pockets. And also how small she was.

Now, she isn't the most thinnest girl in her school, or out in public. But no matter what, her best friends thought she was absolutely beautiful. They hated the way she would scold her own body, hiding it away in the huge sweaters she buys. Always having one hand wrapped loosely around her stomach. (The thing she is most insecure about.) And the other hand, always covering her mouth in a sweater paw type way. She does that all the time around strangers, or people she doesn't know that well.

But, in the end, she felt confident around her boys. At times, yeah, she would get those negitive thoughts about her body, covering up in layers of clothing to feel comfortable. But she was short, 5'2", and a little chubby. The cutest teen you've ever seen.

Then Shasta would tease Harry about his height. Calling him the 'jolly green giant'. Mocking the long strides he would take. Having his hand hang uselsessly by his small hips, swinging slight with the beat of his boots hitting the pavement.

Harry would wear these long white T-shirts that made is torso look amazingly thin. Skinny jeans that looked like he was trying to kill off his man hood. And boots, not the ugg boots most the girls wear in the winter, (even though they are warm and fuzzy, in his own words.) But, kinda high-heeled boots that Shasta would tease him constantly about.

His hair tied back in a head scarf. Keeping the luscious locks out of his eyes so he could move, and dance, and stumble around being able to see!

"You only wish you were as fabulous as me, gurl." Harry would shoot back. Pretending to flip his hair in a dramatic way. Shasta, once in every week, would go up to him and hold up a shirt. Asking, "how's the weather up there? Goin' be cold or-?"

And then Harry would tease Zayn on how vain he was. Asking him for hair products he know he won't get. Once, just to mess around with 'im, he hid all the mirrors and things that could give off a reflection away from Zayn. Wanting to see how long he could go without checking out his hair. Harry, sooner or later, got pushed into a garbage can full of dirty dipers aftet doing that. Zayn and Shasta laughed, high fiving each other. It wasn't that zayn was vain... it's just that he liked the way he looked. Had to make sure his hair was god-made.

Make sure is hair was styled correctly. Made sure there was no left over poptarts in his teeth after he had a little snack.

So obviously, Zayn just liked the way he looked.

Goodness, no need to judge.

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When Harry and his homies, and Louis and his squad walked in the school yard, laughter broke through. Louis waddling his way to Harry.

Zayn over to Liam.

And Niall over to Shasta.

All giving eachother big hugs. Harry, plugging his nose at the way Louis' shirt smelt. "Hmm, you.. smell... wonderful.."

"Oh, thanks babe. How nice." Louis rolled his eyes.

"Aye, I could've said you smelt like shit."

"I think I would've preffered that."

Harry smiled fondely at his sarcastic boyfriend, planting a sweet kiss on Louis' cheek. Louis mumbling a, "poopyhead." under his breath.

"Harry, do you have an extra jumper I could borrow for today?" Louis asked.

"Here." Harry took the jumper from his backpack and slipped it over Louis' head, giving him an eskimo kiss afterwards.

"Thank you, cupcake." Louis cuddled into the warmish/ coldish sweater now wrapped around his body.

"Anything for you, kitten." Louis, blushing at the nickname. Seeing that Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Shasta were smirking. He grabbed Harry's hand, dragging him away into the school, ignoring all the 'get some!' Comments coming from the, so called, 'mature' people of his.