Mr. Styles [ Larry Stylinson ]

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  L O U I S :

[Next day]

                        "That was hilarious though!" Niall exclaims, laughing loudly at Liam. I sit down next to them, a bottle of water in my one hand and a banana in the other.

"What, you mean when you shoved this thing down your throat yesterday?" I raise an eyebrow while pointing the banana at Niall's face.

He swats it away, rolling his eyes, "No, you díckhead."

"What then?" I take a sip from my water.

"Yesterday's English class. Mr.Styles looked like he was going to shit himself from being so nervous," Liam laughs.

"Hey! No need to be rude, asśhole," I roll my eyes, throwing one of Niall's fries at him. He laughs when it flies right past him.
"My baby! I love you," Niall screams out to the fry before sulking dramatically.

"But it's true though... about Mr.Styles," Zayn tries to calm down from laughing at Niall.

"He seems nice," I shrug, "plus he's hella cute." They all raise their eyebrows, "i like 'em sweet and innocent. So I can turn 'em all badass," I grin, joking.

"That was some deep shit right there," Niall nods, holding his hand to his heart.

"Balls deep," I smirk.

"You're sick Lou. Honestly, get help," Liam laughs, tears forming in his eyes.

"Bruh. Chill," I pull a face as he laughs harder, holding his stomach in pain from laughing so hard.

"Let's just take a moment to pray for him," Niall says holding a hand to his chest and the other in the air, "Lord Jesus! Help this poor boy! Amen!" He dramatically yells. Almost everyone in the cafeteria has their eyes on us.

"Jesus Christ, Niall. People are staring!" I whisper-yell. Liam's laughter continues and if possible even harder.

"Join me people! Help me pray for this young soul!" Niall calls out. I grab his head and cover his mouth, "the the hell up you cumsack," I chuckle. Niall laughs when he licks my hand and I immediately pull away.

"Why am I friends with these fools again?" Zayn shakes his head as he drops it into his hands.

"Bítch? 'Cause we're sexy as fúck? Duh! You can't get enough of this sexiness," Niall clicks his fingers in a 'Z'.

"Drama Queen," I shake my head, "that's supposed to be my character," I mummble, rolling my eyes as I push Niall's arm.

. . .

I sit on my bed in my room with Niall sitting next to me as we play Fifa on my Xbox. I groan throwing my controller onto the bed in frustration, "Stop beating me! Ugh!" I fold my harm over my chest, pouting as I slump don't into the pillows. Niall laughs at me, "Gosh. Sorry. I didn't know you were a sore loser. Oh wait..." I grins.

I roll my eyes, shooting him the middle finger, "Don't you worry. Just you see. Next time I'll kick your ass so hard!"

"Kinky," he grins.

"That didn't even make any sence," I chuckle, shaking my head.

"Shhh. Come one, let's see you loose again," he says, passing me my controller.

"Díck," I mummble, grabbing the controller out of him hand a but too roughly, but I don't give a damn.

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Ik this was a short and pointless chapter but it was just a quick filler :) so pls don't be mad.

Also, most of the chapters will basically just be either in the cafeteria where the boys are chatting and all that jaz or in Mr. Styles' class room (but there will obvs be other places.)

Thanks for reading ❤