The Master Key | larry | #wattys2015

fourteen

(( so i dedicate this to molly night because shes such an amazing writer and i just.. ugh! )) 

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fourteen 

I walked through the school hallway, holding the books close to my chest while I listened to the kids laugh behind me. This was an everyday occurance, since Gemma started missing school. I had no one to enjoy lunch with or talk to, so I continued to walk around the school until the bell ring. I scrolled through twitter, seeing some new pictures that Gemma posted with Niall. I sighed, I didn't see their face considering to was of their legs being intertwined, but the caption was somewhat cute. I didn't like anything of her tweets, but I did want to text her to see what's she's doing skipping school. 

I decide against trying to strike a conversation with her, when I sit in period seven. The last period of the day, which always go by slower then it should. Harry offered to pick me up from school today, but I'm not holding my breath on him being there. I just hope I can get a ride, I would rather not walk in the Decemeber snow. Two months of this, walking alone isn't the funniest on the old block. 

Harry: here Lou. beside the gym 

Harry texted a few minutes before the bell was supposed to ring. I smiled, he actually came through on a promise he made. I bounced my leg in the chair while my teacher read aloud the homework over everyone's groan. It was the last Thursday before break, no one wanted to be doing homework today. I write the homework in my notebook, and jump up when the bell rings. 

I suprisingly find the gym fast, considering I don't have a class even on this side of campus. I look through the line of other cars waiting to leave for the day, when I notice Harry's curls bouncing to the beat of the music; so I'm guessing. "Hey. Thanks for picking me up today." Harry took my bag and threw it in his backseat. 

"Hey. It's not like I had anything better to do." He started to back out from the parking spot, just as I shut the door. I look out the window, this is a different way then Gemma and I normally walked. But I slumped my tired body back in the seat and enjoyed the heat blasting on my feet and face. "I have to make a quick stop before we head home. That okay?" He asked for my permission on something? I shrugged and told it I honestly didn't care. "You have homework today?" He questioned. 

I bobbed my head, "Yeah. My AP Lit teacher decided why not give everyone a two or three page essay on The Great Gatsby." I sigh. I didn't even read the book, how am I supposed to know what to write. 

"Well I'm sure you will do great." Harry's hand fell on my knee, like a pat of encouragement. I felt my face heat up, so I quickly took action. I looked the other way, out the window. Harry had a small smirk on his face, which made the butterflies more atp to move about my body. My hand fell on top of Harry's hand, but he didn't move his hand. I watched his lips, while they mumbled the words to whatever pop song by some band called Five Seconds of Summer who apparently have three American Music Awards or whatever. I rolled my eyes, they sound like shit. 

I ignore the song and focus on Harry, and some thoughts that were flying through my mind right now. I let my eyes wander, noticing that Harry squints when he drives. He also leans forward at the wheel and holds loosely onto the stickshift. I also noticed, that the hand on the steering wheel is also tapping along to the music playing. "Oh my,  turn the radio up." I smile, noticing Coldplay coming on the radio. 

"You like Coldplay too?" He smiled, taking his hand off the stickshift and turned the song up louder. I blushed, giving my head a small bob. "They are my favorite band." 

"I wouldn't say Coldplay is my favorite, but they are certainly one of my favorites. I have to say the The Fray and the Beatles are my number ones." I blush, watching him pull out a CD case and pop in a CD inscribed with Mixed Songs in Sharpie. I notice the Beatles' song Love Me Do start to play. I smile at the radio, but soon move my gaze back to Harry. "I love this song, Harry." I feel a little giggle start to slide from my lips, but I cover it when a fake cough. 

"It's one of my favorites." Harry didn't have a smile, he had more of a smirk on his face. Like he was getting away with something. I smiled anyway and leaned back. I never thought I would have so much in common with someone as dark as Harry Styles, but somehow we both like the same music. I don't get my hopes up, however, and begin to tap along to the song. I hum along, but I don't sing. I can't sing and I won't be singing in front of anyone anytime soon. 

Harry parked along side the street, after about thirty minutes of driving from the school. "Stay in here." Harry walked into an old house, leaving the truck on while the music still played. I hardly even listened to the music playing, letting it be old background music. I watched the house door, hoping he would come out. It was getting dark, already. 

Harry came out holding a black backpack, shaking the guy's hand, and he had shut the door behind him. What was in the black backpack? He threw the bag in the truck's tailgate, which was covered and climbed back in. "Sorry it took so long." He smiled and drove back down the old, dirt path. I hadn't even noticed how far away we were from the town, but as of now, it's nine o'clock at night. Harry was driving the speed limit, but now his fingers were more fidgeting then before. His leg that sat next to the car door, was bouncing lighting up and down. 

"Harry, you okay?" I ask, trying to figure out how to turn the heat up higher. Harry takes my hand from the controls and rests it in my lap again. He doesn't take his hand away from awhile before a blast of heat pushes both of his back in our seats. My lips release an unwanted chuckle, before Harry stops at another stop. An alleyway. I follow Harry down the alleyway, but he doesn't say anything. He just keeps me close enough to his body where there's no space left. I follow our feet to until Harry stops both me and him. He opens a door, the door covered in old, red paint and some cobwebs. 

When I step in, I notice the lights to be gone and the smell to be strong smelling. Almost as if I was smelling alcohol and some other drugs. I notice another body laying in a couch bed, the lack of furniture surprising me. Harry had the backpack in his hand, which I didn't notice him getting. "I got the stuff, Zayn." Harry put the bag on the guy's lap, me watching everything go down. The guy doesn't say anything to me, he just looks up and back down. "That's Louis, Zayn." Harry answers, as if Zayn asked the question. 

I notice the whites in Zayn's eyes were a bright red. He was high, at least that's what I think. Zayn nods at Harry, "I'm Zayn! That's Harry.." Harry chuckled at Zayn being on his high, I chuckled. More of a fake chuckle, staring at the couch. I wasn't sitting on that, who knows what was crawling inside of it. Harry takes the joint that Zayn was originally and takes a large huff of it. Harry offers it to me, but I refuse. "Oh Louis is a lame-o!" Zayn laughs loudly through out the small one room. I sigh and take a seat next to Harry. 

I take the blunt and hold it in front of me. Am I really going to do this? I take a huff, before taking it out, starting to cough harshly. How do people smoke? It hurts my insides. I felt my heart start to speed up, my throat burning from the intensity of the homemade blunt. I give it back to Harry, my eyes beginning to water. "Harry, I think we should start heading back. Anne's probably.." I started, but he gave the blunt back to Zayn and slapped me. 

"Don't mention anything about her." I sighed and held my cheek feeling it burn harshly. I lean back in the old sofa and let them get high and drunk. 

(( wow this chapter sucked. like ew ))