No Control (Larry Stylinson)
Harry was well known around this part of town, always with his gang. They were Greasers. Their hair slicked back with grease, popped collars, heavy leather boots, and even tattoos. They got about in Harry’s bright red and silver convertible. They were always a consistent sight around Louis’ father diner. The Greasers enjoy hanging around in the parking lots and tormenting any of the girls who walked past. Except for Harry, he had his eyes set on someone else, the owners’ son. Louis Tomlinson. Louis was far from a bad boy, he was innocent as can be, big blue eyes and high cheek bones. A pair of light pink lips, small curvy waist and fringed bronze hair; he wasn’t the most masculine of the preps. Harry had taken quite a liking to Louis since last year, always showing up around the diner. Every time it was the same question, for Louis to come with him to the drive in. Harry said that he only wanted to see a movie together, but the devilish smirk told Louis other wise. The loud motor of the red convertible was hard to miss, the shiny car pulling into the parking space, beeping his car horn loud. The diner offered outdoor service, honk your horn and you would get a waiter or waitress. It so happened that Louis sends out today for the job of taking Harry’s orders.
(Credit to larryomegleprompts.tumblr.com – this book is inspired by the novel, The Outsiders, by S.E. Hinton. Cover photo [fan art]: Karukara)