Dirty Little Secret - A Larry Stylinson Love Story

Chapter 2

Harry’s P.O.V.

I hear the last bell ring.

“Thank you for your time, Sir.” I say, shaking hands with the Dean for the University of Oxford.

We exchange a smile and then I walk toward Johnny and Noel.

“How’d it go?” Johnny asks smiling at me then at Noel. He really did love her. It killed me not being able to tell him what I saw.

“Great!” I replied. “I think I really impressed Oxford. How about you two?”

Johnny answered, “I had a nice chat with Cambridge and Noel had a long conversation with Edinburgh, which I think was good.”

I smiled. I was happy for them both.

“I’m going to go get the car.” Johnny kissed Noel and then walked toward the door.

“Noel, please. Tell him. It kills me to see him so happy only because he doesn’t know you SLEEP with your COUSIN!” I nearly shouted.

“Harry! Keep it down! People are going to hear you!” She replied.

“Sorry Noel. Its just, he’s my best friend and it’s going to break his heart when he finds out.”

“But he’s not going to find out. Right Harry?” She glared at me.

“God Noel! Can’t you see he loves you with everything he has? He WILL find out and he’s going to be heartbroken! It’s like you don’t care whether or not anyone else gets hurt! You just care about your stupid reputation! You are an insensitive little bitch!” I practically yelled without thinking.

“Harry what the hell?!” I hear Johnny ask from behind me.

“Shit.” I mutter turning around.

“Johnny! He was yelling at me for no reason! I’m really scared!” Noel whimpered like an innocent puppy. Oh how she was quite the opposite.

I sighed. “Johnny just let me explain.”

“No Harry. You’ve done enough talking for one day. Noel, babe, lets go.” Johnny said cuddling Noel into his side and walking off toward his car.

I felt like shit. I decided to walk home and take a detour. I figured it wouldn’t be that bad since it was the middle of the day.

I started down a street that I’ve only been down once before, and heard music coming from a distant garage. I liked the tune, so I decided to check it out. Once I got there, I was speechless. The lead singer was stunning, in an edgy way. He had brown, wind swept hair, earrings, two lip piercings, and he had tattoos peeking from the top of his shirt and up and down his arms. He looked at me and stopped singing mid sentence with an almost pained look on his face.

Louis P.O.V.

 We were practicing Come As You Are by Nirvana when I saw him.

 “And I swear that I don’t have a gun.

No I don’t have a gun.

No I don’t have a – “

 I stopped singing. It was him. The boy from the ski resort. The boy that had helped me basically allow my parents’ death. A sudden pain came over me. He looked very confused.

 “You have a nice voice.” He said, almost cheekily. “I’m Harry.”

 I didn’t respond, only stood there, staring at the boy named Harry, with a pained look.

 “Are you alright… uh... “

 I snapped out of it, now a bit angry. “Louis.” I said very harshly.

 “Was it something I said?” he asked jokingly.

 He smirked. I had to admit, he was a beautiful human being. He had quite large, curly brown hair, piercing green eyes, and a school uniform. He seemed tired, like he’d never walked anywhere before in life. You could tell he was rich. He stared at me for what seemed like forever with a smirk, me staring back with a glare.

 “You can actually feel the awkward” Finlay joked. My head snapped toward him. “I’ll… uh… give you two a minute, come on guys, let’s go get a drink.” He said, motioning to our other band mates. They walked into the house.

 “Do you want to talk about it?” Harry asked me walking over.

 I decided to finally hear his story. “Not really.” I sighed. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked him smirking at his surprised look of how well I could read people. I usually couldn’t, I just felt a strange connection to this boy.

 “Why not?” he smirked back. “Well at a ski resort around Christmas time last year -”

 I stiffened next to him. Did he see me then? Did he know who I was? I listened, anxious to know.

  “I caught my best friend’s girlfriend making out with her cousin.” I softened a bit, relieved, then nearly choked as I realized what he said after taking a sip of the beer I had from earlier.

 “Her COUSIN?”

 “Yup.” He closed his eyes and nodded. He was truly stunning. “Anyway, after school today, after we met all of the Deans for colleges, my best friend, Johnny, went to go get his car and left me alone with his girlfriend, Noel. I confronted her to tell him, and it got pretty heated.”

 I nodded, to let him know I was listening.

 “I yelled at her, called her an insensitive little bitch-“

 I chuckled a bit and he smiled.

 “Well, Johnny heard me call her that, she acted like an innocent little puppy, and Johnny won’t talk to me now. I’ve texted him like 10 times.” He finished.

 “Wow.” I mumbled. He seems likes he liked this guy. Like, you know, like-likes him. I looked down as my heart dropped a bit, even though I was supposed to be angry with him.

 “You have stunning eyes. Don't hide them.” He tilted my head up with his finger. My breath hitched and I could feel my face heat up.

 We sat there for what felt like eternity just looking into each other’s eyes. He started to lean in. My heart sped up to 100 miles per second, and I started to close my eyes and lean in also. Our lips only brushed when Finlay busted the door open.

 “Do you two want a- oh… I’ll, uh, just, uh… be somewhere else.” What an obvious little asshole he is.

 Harry was blushing like mad and I could tell I was too.

“So, um, do you want to meet up for, uh, coffee or something this week? I mean, only if you want to…” He asked hesitantly.

 “Yes! I mean… umm… sure…” I replied, way too awkwardly.

 He chuckled and then asked, “Can I have your number then?”

 “Sure.” I smiled. “It’s 785-555-1028”

 “Great. I’ll text you after school tomorrow. I should get home. Bye Louis.” He leaned in and pecked me on the cheek, making me blush like crazy, even though I’m supposed to be some badass in a grunge band. He smiled at me then started down the street.

 “Bye Harry!” I called after him. He turned around and blew me a kiss. My face almost hurt from smiling. I walked back into the house and all my band mates looked at me smirking.

 “Who is that guy?” Finlay questioned. “You looked at him like you could cut his head off when he first showed up, then when I come in to ask if either of you want a beer, you are nearly kissing.”

 So I sat down and told them everything from the ski resort to how I was just mesmerized by him.

I went to sleep thinking about that tall rich boy with the piercing green eyes.

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