The Presidents Son - Larry Stylinson

"Being the boy everyone lusts for just cause I'm the president's son isn't as easy as it looks mate."
"Thought you said you were gay?" Liam asks as he sits on Louis huge king sized bed, with white silky sheets neatly laid on top.
"I am"
"So you're saying all the boys' lust after you too?"
"Yes" Louis nods shortly, looking down at his nails that are perfectly manicured and cut.
"Well, talk about being full of yourself" Niall mumbles, before changing the subject before Louis can sass him, like he knows he'll do
'Hey, have you guys met the new kid?'
"New kid?" Louis asks, puzzled, looking up to him.
'"Yeah, he's supposed to be your new personal chef?' Niall tells him, as he fumbles with his black security belt, secured around his waste
"Oh really now?" Louis eyebrows rise. He had no idea about this
"Yeah, think his names Harry, he's young too.'round our age"
"Harry? What kind of name is that, reminds me of an old man?!"
"Louis! That's rude! Mind giveing 'em a chance mate, you haven't even met him yet!' Liam scolds
"So, I don't care. I don't like him, that's that"