Dirty Little Secret - A Larry Stylinson Love Story

Chapter 1

Harry’s P.O.V.

I woke to the sound of one of my favorite bands, Take That, coming from my Ipod.

 “Ughhhhhh”. I groaned, stretching and reaching over to turn my alarm off.

 I slowly stretched my legs over the side of the bed and lifted the sheets off, shivering at the cold hitting my bare chest. I went to my closet.

 Today was college day at school, where the Deans of all the best colleges in England came to school, so I had to look my best. Once I reached my closet, I pulled on my school uniform, which is tan khaki jeans, a white button up, and a grey and red sweater. I combed through my hair a few times, not wanting to look like a don’t care about today. I grabbed my bag from the far corner of my room, near my desk, and started toward the stairs.

 When I walked downstairs, one of my mothers assistants, much to my dismay, helped me put on my tan jacket and my white scarf with the St. Judes Private High School logo on it. With a glance toward the clock, I bolted out the door, grabbing a donut on the way.

 The driver opened the door for me and then got in himself. After about 15 minutes, we pulled up to the big building of St. Judes Private High School. I saw my friend Johnny and walked over to him.

 “Hey! Johnny!” I yelled, trying to get his attention.

 He turned and smiled at me. I saw his girlfriend Noel walking over and smiled at her.

 “Hey Noel! How’s it going?” I asked her, trying to be polite.

 To be honest, I hated her. Around Christmas time last year, I found out we vacationed t the same pace. So I went to go talk to her and saw her making out with her cousin. That’s right. You heard me. Her cousin. I talked to her and pressured her to tell Johnny, but she never did. Since then, things have been tense between us. If you’re wondering why I never told Johnny, it’s because he was happy with her. He was my best friend and I wanted him to be happy so I just let it go. Kind of…

 Anyway, the warning bell for first period rang, so I walked inside and emptied my bag into my locker. I walked into first period, prepared for another lecture from Mr. Dore. Here we go again……

Louis P.O.V. 

"Hey man. Wake up. Louis. Wake the hell up. " The sound of my band mates voice interrupted my sleep. "Come on man we've gotta practice."

"Fiiiiiiiiiinnnneeeeee." I stretched, my bare feet hitting the cold cement of my friend, Finlay's garage. "Just let me get dressed first".

I stretched and walked over to the plastic bin that held all of my clothes. I pulled on a pair of dark jeans, and my black Leeds Festival t-shirt. 

We had a gig next weekend, a huge one and we had to be perfect.

Do you really want to know why I’m living out of my friend’s garage? Well, around Christmas time last year, I want on a vacation with my family. I went skiing and I saw the most beautiful person I’d ever laid eyes on. I spent the day at the ski lodge trying to build up the courage to go and talk to him. When I finally talked myself into going over, I saw him with a girl. So much for that. I gave up and went back to my cabin, only to find my parents with their throats slit. They were dead. I have always thought that it was my fault. If I hadn’t had been so caught up on that boy, I would have been there to save them. I was also furious at that boy. I don’t know why. He had a part in holding me up in that ski lodge and me not being there to protect my parents.

 I rejected everyone and everything after that. I shut down completely. I ran away from my foster parents and rebelled. I got tattoos and piercings, formed a band with Finlay, and moved into his garage. That’s how I got here. Fun, right? Note the sarcasm.

 I really hoped to go somewhere with my music one day. Anyway, we got to practicing for the rest of the day.

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A/N: please give me feedback! this is my first try at this so dont be too harsh! thanks ;)