The Wrong Direction Ended up Right (Larry Stylinson BoyxBoy AU)

Chapter 4

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Monologue written by Tom Jones & Harvey Schmidt. I DO NOT OWN IT!!! :)

Chapter 4

I got through the entire day without seeing Louis or Ms Hearne, so when the last hour of classes passed, I felt quite pleased with myself. I went back to my dorm, got changed, grabbed an energy bar and decided to go for a run around campus.

I set off, going nowhere in particular, with thoughts of Louis circling my head. Was he really gay? Did he have a boyfriend? Did he want a relationship? Or a one night stand. No, relationship. Louis just isn’t that kind of person. He was caring, he was sweet, kind, loving, funny, pure, just everything good that a person can be, he was.

I didn’t do it consciously, but I ended up standing outside the doors to the school’s auditorium. I had been in there a few times, once to watch a short play and it was deadly boring. It puzzled me as to why others will go and sit in there for hours and watch a bunch of people scurry around in tights. Ignoring all thoughts telling me to turn around and continue running, I pushed through the doors and, at first, was blinded. I had come in through the back so I was in the darkened seating area while the stage was lit up brilliantly. It took my eyes a bit to adjust.

Even just being in there, I felt something stir inside of me. It sounds ridiculous, but I swear it did. I took a seat in the back row and just sat there and simply looked around. Suddenly, a figure emerged on the stage. I squinted hard, trying to determine who the person was. With a start, I realized it was Louis.

He was wearing a simple grey jumper, dark skinny jeans, a grey beanie and glasses. He looked hot. To me, there was really no other word to describe it. I didn’t know that Louis wore glasses. They suited him, made him look older, but attractive. He walked to center stage and stood there, breathing deeply.  He obviously didn’t know the he was not alone. And I wasn’t about to tell him. With another deep breath, he began.

This morning a bird woke me up. It was a lark, or a peacock; something like that. So I said hello. And it vanished, flew away, the very moment I said hello! It was quite mysterious. So do you know what I did? I went to my mirror and brushed my hair two hundred times, without stopping. And as i was brushing it, my hair turned mauve.

It was ‘The Fanatasticks’. I remember going to see this once with my parents when I was about 8.  

No, honestly! Mauve! Then red. then some sort of a deep blue when the sun hit it.... I'm sixteen years old, and every day something happens to me. I don't know what to make of it. When i get up in the morning and get dressed, I can tell...something's different.

He brought such emotion into his voice. He was crying, and I didn’t realize I was too until I felt the top of my shirt dampen and a few warm drops running down my chest.

I like to touch my eyelids, because they're never quite the same. oh, oh, oh! I hug myself till my arms turn blue, then I close my eyes and cry and cry till the tears come down and I can taste them. I love to taste my tears. I am special. I am special! Please god, please, don't let me be normal!

By the time he finished, he was still crying, only slightly though. I, on the other hand, was almost sobbing uncontrollably. It was so beautiful and it summed up exactly how I feel at the moment. A hiccup came from my mouth, surprising myself causing a surprised yelp to come from me.

Louis’ head snapped up and instantly started searching the empty chairs for the random audience member. ‘Who’s there?’ I stayed silent. I didn’t know what else to do. ‘C’mon, I know you’re there’ he said exasperatedly. So I decided to cough awkwardly. ‘ok, that’s a start. Now can you speak?’ he rolled his eyes at nowhere in particular.

‘um, hey Lou’ I said. Recognition flashed across Louis’ face then what must have been the world’s brightest smile planted itself on his face. ‘Haz! You’re here! Why are you here?’ he looked vaguely confused, but still smiling widely, but his cheeks quickly turned a brilliant shade of red and eyes dropped to the floor ‘did, did you just see that? what I just did?’ this time it was my turn to smile ‘yes and it was amazing! You are such a talented actor Lou!’

By this time, he had made his way down to where I was sitting and sat on the back of the chair in front of me, facing me. ‘Haz’ I beamed at his nickname for me ‘have you been crying?’ shit. I completely forgot. I must look like a prick right now. I viciously swiped at my eyes, trying to get rid of all evidence of my sappiness.

‘Haz, its ok. I was crying too. It’s a beautiful monologue’ a small smile played on his lips, eyes focused on some point in the distance. He looked deep in concentration. ‘you’re beautiful’ I muttered under my breath. I hadn’t meant for the words to come out, they just did. ‘What was that Hazza?’ I beamed proudly at the nickname again.

I don't think he heard my stupid comment. ‘ok, yeah I was crying. Lou, you are really truly amazing.’ He smiled his breathtaking smile and uttered a thanks. He looked pleased with my compliment. I couldn’t help but grin like an idiot at the adorable boy sitting in front of me.

‘No worries babe, anytime.’ Even in the dark, I could see the surprise in his eyes and the blush that crept up onto his cheeks when I called him babe. That pleased me. Even though he doesn’t like me like that, it made me feel almost giddy that I could cause him to blush and giggle like a teenaged girl.

‘Why haven’t I seen you all day?’ his voice heavy with disappointment. ‘I was just busy’ I replied, feeling rather guilty that I had been pleased with myself for going a day without seeing him. ‘Oh. That’s alright I guess’. He looked so sad and innocent.

I instantly felt the need to protect him ‘Let’s go get a drink, yeah?’ He simply nodded, very eagerly though. It lifted my spirits and I couldn’t help but smile at the other boy jumping up off the chair and skipping out the doors of the auditorium. Louis makes me feel so amazing. He makes me feel loved and safe.

Deciding not to over think it too much, I focused back on Louis and enjoyed, once again, just walking and talking with one of the most amazing people I’ve met at university yet. As we walked, he jumped on chairs, jumped off chairs, spun around everywhere, smiling and laughing.

He acted like an excited five year old, one of the things I love about him. Love? I can’t love him, I’ve known him for all of two days now. That was a stupid thought. I like him.

I have a crush on him.

I realized that was the first time I’ve actually admitted that to myself. I have a crush on Louis Tomlinson, a second year who I met yesterday. Good work Styles. Crushing on a virtual stranger.