Stutter || Larry Stylinson

Chapter Three (Rewrite)

Rainbow-Hair giggled, running over to Louis. She pulled him into a hug, kissing his cheek after. "I already know your name. You're in my Art class on Tuesdays and Thursdays," she said, a lisp apparent in her voice. "My name is Savannah. It's okay if you don't remember me. People usually call me Droopy."

Louis' eyebrows furrowed at Savannah, who just continued on smiling. Which was starting to become creepy, since she sounded kind of upset by the whole 'Droopy' thing. "Wh-why do p-peop-ple call you Dr-Droopy?"

"'Cause of my lisp. They think I had a stroke or something. Bullies, Louis. They'll make up whatever they can to make you feel worse," Savannah answered, patting Louis' shoulder. She turned suddenly before Louis could reply, throwing an arm around his waist, pulling him into her side. "Right there is Georgia. She's my best friend in the whole wide world. Those boys over there are not very important."

A boy with short, light brown hair narrowed his soft, brown eyes at Savannah. The boy was very cute, almost like a bunny rabbit or...a puppy. Latter more than the former. He seemed tall, but his shoulders hunched over himself in an awkward, self-conscious matter, even though he seemed to be pretty comfortable around his friends. His puppy dog face pulled into a grimace. Which didn't make him any less cute, thankfully. Maybe not so thankful to the boy, though, who was trying to look angry.

"Excuse you, but we are great. You have no room to talk at all," the boy said, rolling his eyes when Savannah just snorted.

"Whatever you say, Li," she replied, smiling over at Louis after.

"Y-your name-me is L-Lee?" Louis asked.

The boy shook his head, standing up and coming over to Louis. "No, my name is Liam Payne. I'm not in any of your classes, so don't worry about knowing who I am. Although, I think we had gym together for, like, two weeks."

Louis blushed at the thought of gym class. That was the year that Louis was thirty pounds overweight and had absolutely no body strength. The most exciting thing to ever really happen in Louis' life was finding out from the principal that they switched his gym class to health. He passed that with flying colours, mostly because he didn't have to do pull-ups in that class.

"Oh, I th-think I rem-member you. N-not well, th-though," Louis said, scratching the back of his neck.

Liam shook his head, shrugging. "No, no, it's no problem. Oh! I should greet the other two, how rude of me," Liam said, pointing towards the other boys. "The one over there, with the black hair, that's Zayn. He's kind of moody today, so if he doesn't talk much, don't worry. It's nothing against you. He's just not...good today."

The boy, Zayn, was bobbing his head mechanically to the song blasting through his headphones. Louis was all the way across the room and he could hear the bass of the song. Zayn's hair was slicked back into a ponytail, the sides and back of it shaved up to the skin. His eyes were closed for the moment, but he glanced over occasionally to see what was happening. He had eyes like caramel. Zayn was, to put it simply, heartbreak on legs.

"Seriously, though, don't mind him. He was put on a new medication, so he's going to be like this for the next couple of days," Liam said, making Louis look up at him. He nodded, urging Liam to continue on. "The other one is Harry Styles. He doesn't...talk much. Sorry about that in advance. Again, not your fault or anything. He has never really talked much."