My job is pretty incredible, I wonât lie. I think the most exciting part about my day is my desk neighbor and while sometimes my patience wears thin because of work I love our conversations. One of our daily tasks, if you will, is to send each other links to music throughout the day. Whether youtube auto-played something terrible or a throwback jam is on (they are ten years my elder) we will send links all day long. Itâs something that breaks up the monotony, and so do our life talks. The other day we were discussing bad music that came up through the day and they said to me, âdoes it ever weird you out to think, to someone somewhere - this is someoneâs favorite songâ.Â
Well, it turned into a discussion of even when you think âthere is no way that person will ever be with someoneâ there is someone that they are âmagically compatibleâ with.Â
Iâm basically a tornado of destruction when it comes to life.
How this all ties together? It doesnât other than in my head itâs timing and the world working in ways we will never understand. I had my first threesome last night. I always felt as though it would be a bad experience when it happened and it ended up not sucking, sorta.Â
Our motto about it has always been, when it happens it happens and BOY did it happen. I think my boyfriend got the best bargain because he was the one who got off but I also got something new out of it. I topped someone without hesitation. Iâm always subconsciously worried about my body and without realizing it, that fear stops me from being who I want to be in bed. During the thick of it I just hopped right up there. I want to write more but the trade is still in the bed and at some point I will have to take him back to his car.
Damn, I feel like a whole new man today and feel as though this put to rest a lot of feelings I have been having. I have a ton to do but today is Saturday and I completed my to-do list yesterday. With that I made a one day to-do list and it will be one of those âunfuck your lifeâ kind of days. Here goes nothing.
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..This is the first song that I'll never forget.. this is his favorite ringback tune in his favorite cellphone.. unfortunately, he lost that cellphone when we were having an event at school.. that's the first time I saw him very sad..
..Here's Down to Earth by Justin Bieber..
Ohhh,ohhh,oh
I never thought that it'd be easy,
Cause we're both so distant now,
And the walls are closing in on us and we're wondering how,
No one has a solid answer,
But just walking in the dark,
And you can see the look on my face, it just tears me apart.
So we fight, (so we fight)
Through the hurt, (through the hurt)
And we cry and cry and cry and cry,
Then we live, (then we live)
And we learn, (and we learn)
And we try and try and try and try!
So its up to you, (oh)
And its up to me, (yeah)
and we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,
Down to earth, down to earth, down to earth
On our way back down to earth,
Back down to earth x8
Mommy, you were always somewhere,
And Daddy, I live out of town,
So tell me how could I ever be, normal somehow?
You tell me this is for the best,
So tell me why am I in tears?
(Woo) so far away and now I just need you here,
So we fight, (so we fight)
Through the hurt, (through the hurt)
And we cry and cry and cry and cry,
And we live, (and we live)
And we learn, (and we learn)
And we try and try and try and try
So its up to you,
And its up to me,
And we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,
Down to earth x3
On our way back down to earth, (on our way back down to earth)
Back down to earth x8
I felt so far away,
From where we used to be,
And now we're standing,
And where do we go,
when there's is no road (no road)
to get to your heart?
Lets start over again!
So it's up to you,
And it's up to me,
And we meet in the middle, on our way back down to earth,
Down to earth, (down to earth)
Down to earth,
On our way back down to earth,
I never thought that it'd be easy,
Cause we're both so distant now,
And the walls are closing in on us and we're wondering how?
~I just liked the song.. not the artist .. hehe.. :)
Other; AU. Dedicated To Rose for pressuring me into writing Larry. I also apologize for knowing nothing about school in the UK. And this is way too short to be a first chapter. Sorry. I also should have proofread this before posting, but I was kind of excited.
First; First Meeting
Harry hadnât meant to like his first day of second grade. If he was being completely honest, he had not only expected to hate it, but also wanted to, as well. A new school, away from all his friends. It was normal to want to dislike such a change.
But, of course, he didnât.
And it wasnât like he would be allowed to complain much about moving, or the new school, anyways, since most of the reason he had to move was his fault. But it wasnât his fault the stupid fourth grader had messed with Harryâs best friend. And it was barely his fault the bully couldnât defend himself against the tiny eight year old.
But in the end, his mother thought it was his fault, and deemed it necessary to drop everything and move just because of a little fist fight. And not just move, no, move in the middle of the school year, just as an added punishment for her son.
Harryâs new house was nothing like his old one. Not only because it was way smaller and cluttered, but also because it was right next to his new school. And by âright nextâ, he means as in neighbors. The only thing he really liked was the backyard, which was very gorgeous, filled with healthy grass, a small, yet fun swing set, and many trees. But he still said that his classmates would be able to see him âacting like a baby on the swingsâ from the school yard, even if he didnât care. Harry needed something to complain about every second, or his mother might stay sane.
Well, if you could still classify her as that.
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His new school seemed bigger than his old one, the students seemed more rowdy and loud, and from what he could tell, the whole place seemed to be filled with groups, or cliques as his older sister Gemma described them as.
âMum, I hate you right now,â Harry said, causing a huge grin from Anne, who nodded and patted his curls.
âNo, stop it, I mean it,â Harry whined, swatting her hand away. âI hate you.â
Anneâs grin turned into a smirk, pulling her son close and placing a sloppy kiss on his bright red cheek. âYouâre too young to hate,â She whispered into his ear before pulling away, patting his head once more with a cold smile on her lips, and leaving without another word.
âHey Curls! Nice piece of women you got over there!â A boy with dark hair yelled, winking at the flustered boy. He leaned his head back and began laughing. Loudly, might Harry add. The blonde boy and brunette girl beside him joined in on the laughter, before being whisked away by a scowling brunette boy. The last boy with feathery, light hair mouthed âsorryâ at Harryâs direction, before rushing off with the rest of his group.
If that was the first thing he heard from one of his classmates this year, then Harry was surely positive he would just love this school.
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Being in such a young grade, Harry barely switched classrooms, except if it was for specials, such as art or library.
His teacher seemed okay, so far. Probably around the age of thirty, short hair, and slightly chubby. Nothing harry found gorgeous. But she seemed nice enough, so Harry was alright with her, for now.
The first hour was spent by everyone introducing themselves to Harry with their name and five facts about themselves. Mrs. Brown thought this was needed since Harry would have to make friends sometime. The boy who had earlier âcommentedâ on his motherâs appearance was Zayn Malik, who apparently very much enjoyed being with his friends. The blonde boy was Niall Horan, and he moved from Ireland when he was five. The girl was Eleanor, and she was one day going to be the most famous actress ever, in her mind. The upset boy was Liam, who had four puppies at home. And the last boy who had apologized was Louis Tomlinson, who said he was really glad to have a new student. The rest of the class wasnât as nearly important as those five.
Harry had been seated in the empty desk next to Louis, earning many disapproving glances from the rest of Louisâ friends, but was relieved when Louis smiled at him before turning back towards the teacher. A minute, if not less, a note was set sown right next to Harryâs hand, folded neatly with a smiley face drawn on the top.
Harry picked it up, hiding it under his desk before opening it. It read, âMind letting me borrow a pencil of yours?? I 4got mine :):). From, Louis.xâ.
Harry simply rolled his eyes, shuffled through his desk as quietly as he could, and handed a pencil towards the boy beside him. Another note skidded across the desk, landing right smack in the middle. Harry just rolled his eyes again. This one read, âThanks!!! Sorry for what Zaynie said about your girlfriend, but she does seem lovely :):). From, Louis.xxâ
The curly haired boy raised an eyebrow at the messy handwriting, before pulling out a pencil of his own and writing on the back, âSheâs my mother, not girlfriend. Ew. But itâs okay. âHarry,â and passing it back to Louis.
Seconds later, the paper was back. âOh, well, your mother seems lovely! And I really like your name too :) My pet goldfish was named Harold but he died⌠From, Louis.xxxâ
Harry didnât reply to that one, but he couldnât help himself for smiling. Just a little.
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When lunchtime had rolled around, Harry had gotten used to sitting next to Louis, as well as learn a lot about him from not even talking. Such as how he could barely hold still, always fidgeting, or that he muttered his words as he read them, or that he answered as many questions as he could, even if it was obvious he did not know the answer. Harry wasnât quite sure if Louis was one to befriend, or one to ignore.
Louis had offered to take Harry downstairs to the cafeteria, which he politely declined, only to have him shrug and walk over to Zayn and his groupies. It wasnât the best decision of Harryâs life. It wasnât as if the school was that confusing, but having no teacher take them to the cafeteria didnât help him find it. And even once he had made it there, picking what to eat was even a harder decision. He ended up with a plateful of salad and peaches, with a bottle of water, because who could mess up salad?
âOi, Curls! Over here!â Zayn yelled at Harry for the second time today, motioning for him to come forward. âSit with us.â It wasnât a question; it was a demand.
Harry obeyed. He made his way through the crowd of buzzing students, sitting down next to Louis when he made it to their table. The tiny chatter that had been going on between the five had died down, and everyoneâs attention was on the new boy. âUm..â
âSo, Harry, right? Do you have a phone?â Harry shook his head at Zaynâs question, taking small bites of his food. âShame. I do, and itâs so cool. Iâll need your home number sometime.â And with that, Zayn went back to chatting with Eleanor and Niall.
âHeâs rich, parents divorced. He gets everything he wants,â Louis whispered into Harryâs ear, pulling away with a small smile.
âBut he's only in second grade?â
Louis picked up his apple and took a bite out of it. âThatâs why we have sleepovers at his house.â
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Recess was never Harryâs strong point. Of course he enjoyed time off from his work, but it wasnât like he had many friends to share the glorious time with. He was vaguely surprised when Louis sat down beside him on the bench wearing a cheery smile.
âWhat are you doing here all alone?â
Harry looked over at him, shrugging his shoulders slightly. âI dunno. Iâm new? Arenât you supposed to be off with your friends anyways?â
Louis turned his head, so his face was out of Harryâs view, and sighed. âI like you. And Iâm sure they do, too. Maybe not Zayn, but he can be a meany face.â
Harry tried not to laugh at Louisâ insult, knowing if it was him doing the insulting, well, it would deserve him a nice spoonful of soap in the mouth. âA meany face? Iâd say that. What about the rest of them? Liam seems cool.â Louisâ head snapped right back to look at Harry, his smile now on his lips.
âLiamâs the best, really. He⌠keeps Zayn in line. Heâs the only one Zayn will listen to. Eleanor, sometimes, can control him, but Liam and Zayn have a special, special connection. Heâs very nice, too. Liam. Niallâs nice, too, but he acts like Zayn too much. Heâs very shy if you donât know him, though, but loud and.. mean if you do.â Louisâ eyebrows bunched together, and his bottom lip pouted outwards. âHeâs supposed to be nice. Arenât people from leprechaun country nice? I guess he could be, if he tried. Eleanorâs a bit of a brat. My mummy called her that.â Harry couldnât help but smile at Louis calling his mom âmummyâ and he also found the fact he was rambling slightly cute. âSheâs rich, but not like Zaynie. Sheâs sporty. Wait, no! I mean spoiled. Thatâs the word. Sheâs even had her first kiss! And she says many bad words.â
âOh, like fuck?â Harry asked, noticing how Louisâ eyes immediately widened at the word, as if it was the dirtiest thing he ever heard.
âDonât say that!â Louis yelled, clasping a hand over the younger boyâs mouth. âThe teachers will hear you,â He whispered, bringing his face inches away from Harryâs, his breath smelling like chocolate and making Harry slightly okay with him being so close. Slightly.
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âAre we friends?â
It was the last ten minutes of the day, were everyone was allowed to work on homework, play a game, color, or anything else they wanted to do. Louis and Harry were sitting at their desk, sharing Harryâs crayons and coloring their own pictures.
âWhat?â Harry asked, looking up from his picture of a dog eating pizza.
âAre we, you know, friends?â Louis asked once more, a blush crossing his features lightly, complimenting his bright blue eyes much more than his usual pale face. He was chewing on his bottom lip lightly, his eyes not leaving Harryâs once.
Harryâs eyebrows scrunched together, thinking over the question. The only friend he had before was the reason he had moved. And if he was to be honest, being friends with someone wasnât a skill he had. He thought friendship required too much complication, attention, and things that any normal eight year old wouldnât care about, unless you were Harry Styles.
But Louis was different. From the eight hours he had spent with the boy, he knew he was different from the other students. Well, maybe not from the beginning, but he grew more fond of him from the start of the day. He was a bit more mature than the others, though he knew how to laugh, and wasnât too smart, so he gave Harry no competition (who was, without a day, probably the smartest in his class.) And he was very pretty, with pretty, blue eyes and pretty, soft hair. And he would randomly run his hands through Harryâs curls, which was something Harry loved.
Harry smiled widely at the boy in front of him, letting his hand lay on the smaller one of Louisâ.
âIâd say so, yeah.â
The way Louis' smile grew wide enough to crinkle the edge of his eyes made Harry's heart flutter. Just a little.
(A/N- So, um, here is this. Iâm not even sure what this is, but I hope itâs all right. Iâm not too sure about the other boys and girls besides Harry and Louis (though Iâm learning, thank you, Rosie.) so I just sort of made up their own personalities. And Iâve just realized this is way too fluffy, but I think itâs cute. Feedback would be great, it boosts confidence, and gets quicker updates ;).)