Little Decisions - One Direction Fanfiction.

Louis

Louis leant against the wall of Harry Styles’ front garden, tapping away on his phone, before letting out a long yawn. It was Monday morning, and it was back to the grindstone for everyone, and boy, weren’t they all feeling it. Louis looked up at the pale blue sky, and the sun that was peaking up over the Bradford buildings. Atleast it was sunny, he thought. Suddenly, he heard the click of Harry’s front door, and Harry was stood there. He closed the door behind him, before shuffling over to Louis tiredly. Louis couldn’t help but smile. His uniform was a little scruffy, he had white converses on his feet, and his rebellious chocolate curls were poking out from under the hood of a purple Jack Wills hoodie that was underneath his blazer.

“Morning sunshine!” Louis greeted. The sight of Harry could easily pull him out of any bad moods. Harry shrugged his shoulders and mumbled a greeting, before hugging Louis. Louis gave him a cuddle, before the two boys started walking towards their school.

“You look tired babe, late nights?” Louis asked again, looking at the boy next to him. Harry looked back at him and nodded. Louis knew why he hadn’t been sleeping, it was all over his face, Harry had been up all night nervous about what people would think of him. Louis immediately smiled, before he grabbed hold of Harry’s hand with a smile.

“Look, it’ll be okay. Who cares what anyone else says? This is just about me and you, okay?” Louis reassured him, squeezing his hands. The ends of Harry’s pink lips turned upwards and he nodded again, before giving Louis another tight hug. Louis squeezed him before the two boys continued their walk to school. They were on time, which was fairly new for Louis. Louis slipped his hand into Harry’s with a smile, and Harry held his hand back. Harry’s parents had been pretty shocked when they’d walked into Harry’s bedroom to find Louis and Harry kissing and cuddling in his bed, while listening to cheesy love songs that they’d never admit to listening too, but they had came around in the end, which was the best result.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” a masculine shout came from behind them. Louis suddenly felt Harry flinch and snatch his hand away from Louis. He couldn’t help but feel hurt by that, before they both turned around to come face to face with Aiden.

“Oh crap…” Harry croaked in a whisper. Louis bit on his lip and watched as Aiden came up to them both, looking annoyed.

“I swear you two were holding hands, what are you playing at, Styles?” Aiden demanded, looking down at Harry. Harry frowned and shook his head.

“Nothing, alright?” He replied in defence. Aiden looked over the two teenage boys. 

“Are you two like…bumming each other or something?” Aiden asked, looking at them both with a look of disgust. This was a look that was going to be burned into both Louis and Harry’s minds for a little while to come.

“…No! Just, shut up and fuck off, yeah?” Harry spat out again, obviously not wanting to be there.

“Are you in love with him?” Aiden asked, now looking up and down at Louis like he was crap on his shoe. Harry bit on his lip and stayed quiet, and Louis could tell that he would never admit anything. Louis sighed. He had hoped that maybe Harry would be confident enough in their relationship to atleast defend Louis, but obviously not. Harry obviously hadn’t changed; nothing was going to get in the way of his reputation. Louis looked at the ground and was about to walk away before someone grabbed hold of his arm. Louis looked up to see Harry looking up at him pleadingly.

“I love you, Louis, please don’t walk away from me…” He begged, his green eyes gazing into his own. Louis couldn’t help but smile, which made a pretty lop-sided smile outbreak on Harry’s face.

“I love you too, Hazza.” Louis smiled, before entwining his fingers between Harry’s. It was like time stopped, both boys were looking at each other happily.

“You fucking homos! You’re fucking kidding me, Harry you disgusting puff!” Aiden blurted out, looking at them both in disgust. Once again, they were words that would be burned into the boys’ minds for a long time to come. Even though they both held onto each other’s hands strongly, all their words hadn’t made any attempt at coming out of their mouths.

“Jesus Christ, this isn’t fucking right, let alone human.” Aiden continued, shaking his head, and pulling up his sleeves. Both boys flinched and clung to each other as they saw Aiden’s fist start to clench together and slowly bring itself up, ready to deliver a hell of a punch.

“Oi!” A feminine yell echoed from behind them. Louis and Harry looked past Aiden, to see Zayn and Hayley stood behind, witnessing the whole thing. Hayley pulled off her school bag and flung it at Zayn’s feet, before she stepped towards Aiden. In a swift movement, Hayley’s fist was already flying into Aiden’s face, and she delivered a hard punch to the side of his face.

“Don’t talk about my boys like that, asshole!” She warned him, as Aiden looked down at her. Aiden took his hand away from his face and looked down at her.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, looking down at her.

“Oh hell yeah.” She repeated rolling up her blazer sleeves.

“Mouthy bitch.” Aiden said, before he went to punch Hayley.

“Shit!” She squealed, before Zayn pushed her out of the way and delivered another hard punch to Aiden’s face, before he quickly grabbed the collar of his blazer.

“Don’t you fucking touch my girlfriend!” Zayn warned coldly. Aiden pushed himself away from Zayn and stumbled, before shaking his head and walking away, a fluent flow of swearing rolling out of his mouth.

“That’s what I thought, pussy!” Zayn yelled after him, before the four of them watched him walk away. It was quiet for a while, before the four teenagers looked at each other.