1, 2, 3 (A Larry Stylinson fan-fiction)

Hello. This is going to be a love story, so if you're not into that kind of stuff, I suggest you stop reading right now.
If you did read this far, i'm going to make a wild guess and say that maybe, if just a tiny bit, you're interested in what's going to happen in this love story. Now I don't know if you're going to like it, that's for you to decide, but I think you made a great choice.
Maybe I should get on with telling you about this thing you're about to read? Ah well, here we go.

You know how in every high school there's these things called "cliques"? Yeah, notice how I said every high school. Because even though it may not seem like it, there are cliques. They can be very subtle and you may not see them at first, but they're there, you just have to look close enough.
So, there's three simple rules about cliques; either you're in one, or you're not, and if you're in one, it's very important that you stay in your clique. Like, forever. Simple, huh?
Well you might wonder what happens if you're not in a clique? That makes you an outsider, an onlooker, or as some people might say, a no one. If you don't have a clique, you don't have any friends, and you don't have anyone to sit with at lunch.
Louis is one of those outsiders. He's that one person that doesn't fit in anywhere. If you asked someone "What type of person is Louis?" They would probably answer something along the lines of "Who is Louis?" And that's because he's an outsider, an onlooker, or a no one. He is like that tree that you have in your front yard. You know it's there, but you've gotten so used to it, because you walk past it everyday, that you just don't see it anymore. That's Louis.

Would you like to know more about Louis and how he fits in a cheesy love story? Well keep reading then my friend because a lot of things are going to happen, and you don't want to miss them.

See you in the first chapter.