Breaking All The Rules (Larry Stylinson)
Chapter three
*Louis’ POV*
“Where are you?” There’s a voice coming from the hall and I can’t quite make out who it belongs to.
I’m hiding behind the couch, my hand covering my mouth to keep from laughing.
“I’m going to find you,” the voice says. I realize it’s a guy’s voice but he doesn’t sound angry. In fact, he almost sounds happy.
“No you won’t,” I say. I realize my mistake when a familiar face pops around the corner of the couch.
“I told you I’d find you!” He says as he tackles me to the floor. His hands find their way to my sides and he starts to tickle me.
Laughter rings through my house as we roll around on the floor, him tickling my sides and me trying to get away.
I manage to crawl out from behind the couch and lay down on the floor in the middle of the living room.
He crawls over and lays on top of me, holding his weight up with his hands. He plants a sweet kiss on my nose before he presses his lips to mine. My body is struck with electricity.
I’m jolted awake and there’s sweat dripping down my forehead. What the hell just happened?
It takes me a moment to remember the dream. I’m so confused about it, I have no idea what it means. I am definitely not gay, so why am I thinking about that dumbass from the park?
I shake my head and look at the clock on the table next to my bed. 3:30. I get up and put on some shorts and shoes. Maybe if I take a walk I’ll be able to clear my head.
I grab my keys off of the table and walk out of the house, locking the door behind me. I jump down the steps and cut through the yard to the sidewalk in front of the house. The grass is overgrown and tickles my legs but I don’t care.
I walk with my head down for a ways just thinking. There aren’t many people outside at this time, a lot of them are sleeping or out at the clubs or parties.
As I’m walking, I run into something. Well, not something, someone.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Watch where you’re going, dipshit,” a rude voice says.
That pisses me off. “I said I’m sorry, ya dick,” I say. I turn around to find some tall skinny guy staring back at me.
I can tell by the sudden change of emotion in his eyes that he hadn’t expected me to say anything else. He puts his hands up as if in surrender and backs away without a word. Good, at least someone knows not to mess with me. Which makes my mind go back to the guy from the park yesterday. Who the fuck does he think he is? Nobody touches me and gets away with it.
I decide I’m going to take the boys to the Surenos’ apartment building tomorrow and find this little asshole. I’ll teach him not to come up to me thinking he’s some big shit. He’ll never do it again, that’s for sure. His little stunt today may have earned him a higher status in his gang but it’s not going to mean a thing when he’s 6 feet under.
I walk around until the sun starts to rise over the trees in the distance and start heading back to my house. By the time I get there, it’s nearly daylight out so I figure I won’t go back to bed.
I make myself a pot of coffee and turn the TV on. The morning news flashes on the screen. Someone was shot at the Surenos’ apartment building last night; no surprise. Unfortunately it wasn’t one of the gang members.
I drink my coffee without anything in it; I keep forgetting to go to the store to get groceries. It’s not that big of a deal though since I live alone.
I look at the clock and see it’s already half past 8. I get dressed and turn the TV off. I’ve got a few hours until I have to meet the guys at the park so I figure I’ll head to the gym and get a workout in.
I walk out the front door, grab my skateboard out of the bushes, and head off to the gym. There aren’t a lot of people out walking along the way, just a few elderly people outside getting their paper. I politely wave at the ones brave enough to make eye contact with me but mostly keep to myself.
I make it to the gym in about 20 minutes and walk inside. I’ve got a locker there so I put my skateboard in and take my shirt off and put it in the locker as well. I find I’m able to work out better when I’m able to see the muscles I’m working on.
I lock my locker and go to the treadmills. I usually start out with cardio so why should today be any different? I stick my earbuds in my ears and turn up my music. The treadmill begins to move and I start to jog.
There are huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors in front of the treadmills so I stare at my reflection while I run. There’s something different about me today but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I almost feel happy.
At least 30 minutes must have passed by the time I’m ready to start lifting weights. I don’t even bother to find a spotter before I lay down to bench. There are a hundred pounds on the bar and I can lift it easily. I do a lot more reps than I probably should to try and shake the happy feeling but I can’t. If anything, all I did was magnify it.
I leave the bench press and go to a few different machines before I’m ready to leave. I grab a change of clothes and head to the showers. There aren’t very many people in the showers but I hurry up anyway. I’d like to get home and take a nap before I have to go to the park.
I dry myself off after I turn the water off and get dressed. I grab my things out of my locker and leave the building, taking off on my skateboard.
Almost halfway to my house, I spot someone walking towards me in the distance. I think nothing of it since it’s about the time of day people are out walking.
When I get a little closer, I see that it’s Jason and that guy from yesterday. At least this means I won’t have to find them later with the gang if they start shit now.
“Hey, Tomlinson!” Jason calls.
“Hey, dickhead!” I shout back.
I can’t quite see his face clearly yet but I know that didn’t make him very happy.
“I wanna talk to you,” he says.
When I get close enough, I stop my board and hop off.
“What the hell could you possibly want to talk to me about?” I’m already in a pissy mood just talking to this guy.
“I want you to meet my new sidekick, Harry. You know, the one that got a hit in on you yesterday?” A smirk appears on Jason’s face and Harry just looks shy for some reason.
“What’s your problem, kid? Afraid I’m gonna bite you?” I taunt. His cheeks flush a little and he looks at the ground.
“Way to go, Gareth, you’ve got yourself a pussy as a sidekick,” I say with a smile. “I gotta go.”
Before they can say anything else, I’m back on my skateboard and headed home.
“Where are you?” There’s a voice coming from the hall and I can’t quite make out who it belongs to.
I’m hiding behind the couch, my hand covering my mouth to keep from laughing.
“I’m going to find you,” the voice says. I realize it’s a guy’s voice but he doesn’t sound angry. In fact, he almost sounds happy.
“No you won’t,” I say. I realize my mistake when a familiar face pops around the corner of the couch.
“I told you I’d find you!” He says as he tackles me to the floor. His hands find their way to my sides and he starts to tickle me.
Laughter rings through my house as we roll around on the floor, him tickling my sides and me trying to get away.
I manage to crawl out from behind the couch and lay down on the floor in the middle of the living room.
He crawls over and lays on top of me, holding his weight up with his hands. He plants a sweet kiss on my nose before he presses his lips to mine. My body is struck with electricity.
I’m jolted awake and there’s sweat dripping down my forehead. What the hell just happened?
It takes me a moment to remember the dream. I’m so confused about it, I have no idea what it means. I am definitely not gay, so why am I thinking about that dumbass from the park?
I shake my head and look at the clock on the table next to my bed. 3:30. I get up and put on some shorts and shoes. Maybe if I take a walk I’ll be able to clear my head.
I grab my keys off of the table and walk out of the house, locking the door behind me. I jump down the steps and cut through the yard to the sidewalk in front of the house. The grass is overgrown and tickles my legs but I don’t care.
I walk with my head down for a ways just thinking. There aren’t many people outside at this time, a lot of them are sleeping or out at the clubs or parties.
As I’m walking, I run into something. Well, not something, someone.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“Watch where you’re going, dipshit,” a rude voice says.
That pisses me off. “I said I’m sorry, ya dick,” I say. I turn around to find some tall skinny guy staring back at me.
I can tell by the sudden change of emotion in his eyes that he hadn’t expected me to say anything else. He puts his hands up as if in surrender and backs away without a word. Good, at least someone knows not to mess with me. Which makes my mind go back to the guy from the park yesterday. Who the fuck does he think he is? Nobody touches me and gets away with it.
I decide I’m going to take the boys to the Surenos’ apartment building tomorrow and find this little asshole. I’ll teach him not to come up to me thinking he’s some big shit. He’ll never do it again, that’s for sure. His little stunt today may have earned him a higher status in his gang but it’s not going to mean a thing when he’s 6 feet under.
I walk around until the sun starts to rise over the trees in the distance and start heading back to my house. By the time I get there, it’s nearly daylight out so I figure I won’t go back to bed.
I make myself a pot of coffee and turn the TV on. The morning news flashes on the screen. Someone was shot at the Surenos’ apartment building last night; no surprise. Unfortunately it wasn’t one of the gang members.
I drink my coffee without anything in it; I keep forgetting to go to the store to get groceries. It’s not that big of a deal though since I live alone.
I look at the clock and see it’s already half past 8. I get dressed and turn the TV off. I’ve got a few hours until I have to meet the guys at the park so I figure I’ll head to the gym and get a workout in.
I walk out the front door, grab my skateboard out of the bushes, and head off to the gym. There aren’t a lot of people out walking along the way, just a few elderly people outside getting their paper. I politely wave at the ones brave enough to make eye contact with me but mostly keep to myself.
I make it to the gym in about 20 minutes and walk inside. I’ve got a locker there so I put my skateboard in and take my shirt off and put it in the locker as well. I find I’m able to work out better when I’m able to see the muscles I’m working on.
I lock my locker and go to the treadmills. I usually start out with cardio so why should today be any different? I stick my earbuds in my ears and turn up my music. The treadmill begins to move and I start to jog.
There are huge floor-to-ceiling mirrors in front of the treadmills so I stare at my reflection while I run. There’s something different about me today but I can’t quite put my finger on it. I almost feel happy.
At least 30 minutes must have passed by the time I’m ready to start lifting weights. I don’t even bother to find a spotter before I lay down to bench. There are a hundred pounds on the bar and I can lift it easily. I do a lot more reps than I probably should to try and shake the happy feeling but I can’t. If anything, all I did was magnify it.
I leave the bench press and go to a few different machines before I’m ready to leave. I grab a change of clothes and head to the showers. There aren’t very many people in the showers but I hurry up anyway. I’d like to get home and take a nap before I have to go to the park.
I dry myself off after I turn the water off and get dressed. I grab my things out of my locker and leave the building, taking off on my skateboard.
Almost halfway to my house, I spot someone walking towards me in the distance. I think nothing of it since it’s about the time of day people are out walking.
When I get a little closer, I see that it’s Jason and that guy from yesterday. At least this means I won’t have to find them later with the gang if they start shit now.
“Hey, Tomlinson!” Jason calls.
“Hey, dickhead!” I shout back.
I can’t quite see his face clearly yet but I know that didn’t make him very happy.
“I wanna talk to you,” he says.
When I get close enough, I stop my board and hop off.
“What the hell could you possibly want to talk to me about?” I’m already in a pissy mood just talking to this guy.
“I want you to meet my new sidekick, Harry. You know, the one that got a hit in on you yesterday?” A smirk appears on Jason’s face and Harry just looks shy for some reason.
“What’s your problem, kid? Afraid I’m gonna bite you?” I taunt. His cheeks flush a little and he looks at the ground.
“Way to go, Gareth, you’ve got yourself a pussy as a sidekick,” I say with a smile. “I gotta go.”
Before they can say anything else, I’m back on my skateboard and headed home.
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1/17/14