It's Not Lost On Me- Chapter Three ( Larry Stylinson)
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Warning: Mature Content later on, angst.
I do not own Harry Louis or One Direction.
A/N: So I ruined my voice ouch

  The plane arrived without much fuss. Aside from Harry wanting to cry because of the pressure on his ears. He had never been on a plane before and now he could see why his parent's preferred ground transportation. After a quick breakfast at some overpriced airport coffee shop, he decided he would go check out his hotel.

   Now he knew why he had booked a room so cheap, the place so bloody run down it felt as if the roof could cave in on you at any second. Regardless, Harry decided he would get some shut-eye in a proper bed- if you could call it that- before he began his search.

   Unfortunately for a very tired Harry, he seemed to wake up with his back feeling even worse than it had when he first lay to sleep on that lumpy mattress. He began to long for the comfort of his own bed at home. And he woke with the familiar feeling of smelling his mum making breakfast; but alas, there was no kitchen and Harry's mum was indeed nowhere to be found. Harry sat up with a groan and took in his surroundings, momentarily forgetting that he was in America. But remembering as he spotted an atrociously tacky vase sporting the bald eagle and the American flag on it. There was one bathroom with a dingy shower and the sheets which he had been provided with kind of itched his skin. He could only hope they were clean. Pushing that thought from his head he began to take in his purpose for being there.

    Right, so the place where Louis was supposed to be studying was on the other side of town. He began to get dressed, glad that he had remembered his trousers, and within 30 minutes he was out looking for the boarding school Louis had been shipped off to.

    Lawrence Academy in Groton. The small rental car and the navigator on his phone weren't serving Harry too well at the moment so instead he let his frustration get the better of him and pulled over. Bumping his head against the steering wheel several times in a futile attempt to unleash his anger on whatever would take it.

    "Ay, you okay kid?" said a burly white man in a greasy white undershirt.

    "Uh- yeah do you know where Lawrence Academy would happen to be?" Failing to hide the blush that krept on to his face at being caught in the middle of his frustrated antics.

    "Pfft" the man snorted,"Yeah that school. Keep drivin' up this street right 'ere til you get to 218th and then you take a right and you'll know which one it is."

    "Thanks Sir."

    "Yeah, yeah just get going before I'm forced to tow your car kid."

    "Um, yeah definitely. Thanks again." Harry tried to put on his best grin while the man just humphed and withdrew back into his tow truck.

    Harry tried not to be too disgruntled by the man's indifference and proceeded back to the roughed up Honda to put the man's instructions to use.

    He continued up the road and took the right routes and wow, yes he did recognize the building right away. The school looked like it could house a small country, elegant and poise and very boarding school like. His parents would have to pay an arm and a leg to get him sent here. It seemed that the campus was predominantly open to anyone who strolled in, and that was easy for Harry seeing as how he looked very much like a college student despite lacking the posh attire everyone else seemed to be decked out in. He straightened out his button up, tried to tame his curls and eventually settled himself on a quaint coffee shop. He hadn't really planned it out past getting there so he seemed to have hit a brick wall. If he just stayed on campus he was bound to run into Louis at one time right? He would stay for a while for a couple of days and if he didn't come to some clue or something soon he would just have to start somewhere else.
    He did as he said and for 2 days after that he continued to go to this coffee shop, he would buy the same caramel cappuccino that he had become quite fond of and keep to himself. Harry was never one for coffee but this particular drink was more cream than anything else so he was content. He made sure he only had one small drink everyday though because he knew if he went overboard he would hit 300 pounds in no time.
    Soon it was a Thursday and he was walking in to the shop full of familiar faces and 

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It's Not Lost On Me- Chapter Two: Part B ( Larry Stylinson)
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Warning: Mature Content later on, angst.
I do not own Harry Louis or One Direction.
A/N: It starts to unravel soon I promise.
  Harry couldn't believe what was in front of his eyes. He had just enough money for two months in America at a cheap hotel. But did Louis even want him there? He couldn't even communicate with him anymore so had no way to figure it out... so there was no other choice than to go. He was 18 now, Harry was practically a man. He could handle himself for a while. Three years he had saved all of these pounds and he wasn't about to let all of that effort go to waste. He started packing and for a second he really contemplated whether he had finally lost it. Cracked under the stress. Maybe he was crazy. The sympathetic look his mum gave him didn't help either.

    "What?" he snapped at her.

    "Harry, are you sure this is what you want? You could do anything with that money. Honey I don't want to deter you but you don't even really know where he is. He two semesters are long done by now how do you know that he'll even be there? For goodness sake Harry you don't even know if he's alive! Let alone if he wants y-" the icy look Harry gave her was enough to get her to stop talking.

    Instead she just took to helping him pack, all the while muttering things under her breath. If he was going to make the trip, she could at least make sure Harry wouldn't go without his trousers or anything like that. Because when Harry got the way he was at this point, he was greater risk of forgetting something important, than not.

    Harry knew she was speaking the truth, she made lots of sense; she really did. He had even begun to think similarly on several occasions.But Harry couldn't bring himself to care. He just couldn't pass this up.

    'Destiny' the voice he hadn't heard in so long whispered once again. Somewhere along the line, that little voice in his head had disappeared, disappeared among all of the other things he now kept to himself. He found himself liking the idea of having his once endless optimism back. But he shook it off as quickly as it came. He had to be realistic about this trip, pessimistic even, if he was to keep himself from getting too badly hurt. He had let himself get in too deep once before and he was determined not to let that happen again. It was decided. He would stick up his nose and have to to deal with the facts head on. Though, the simple fact that he was even going wasn't all that realistic in the first place, but there was no going back now. Harry had already made his choice.

He left Niall and Zayn with mouths open in surprised expressions- only closing their mouths when Zayn started to choke on a fly or maybe even his own surprise- after he told them his news. He was going on a trip to America within the next 24 hours. Neither of the two boys knew how to react other than patting him on the back and sending him off with a hug and a 'call me when you get there yeah?' Harry was glad they didn't push it and silently congratulated himself for his taste in mates. They really were exactly what he needed, they were great friends and they were always there when he needed them. He could never really express how much he owed them, because honestly, they had stuck with him through thick and thin and done him more favours than he could ever repay. He left them behind, anticipating what could possibly be coming up next for him.

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It's Not Lost On Me- Chapter Two: Part A ( Larry Stylinson)
 Warning: Mature Content later on, angst.
 I do not own Harry Louis or One Direction.
A/N: A moment of silence for Louis' tattoo-less, pure chest. RIP you shall be missed
     Harry and Louis started off doing exactly as they had promised. Calling twice everyday and webcamming at least once every day. Harry even had this little jar where he kept all of his savings stored that said For America in his less than impressive script. He cherished it and proudly showed Louis as he laughed and clapped at the endearing gesture. Although soon enough, every day turned into every week and every week turned into every month and every month turned into some phone calls or texts on special occasions; like Harry's birthday. Particularly somber day that was. Harry's birthday was so impossibly lonely and sad looking that his mum simply couldn't not intervene.

    She entered his room with a mug of hot cocoa and spoke to him gently. She spoke to him about how sometimes, things don't go the way you expect and that you have to take it and move on. Harry threw a hissy fit of course,that was to be expected. But he did decide he would go out and meet some new friends just to get his poor mum off his case.

    He went out on a quest in search of some friendly faces- and after many passing friends, and many trail and error cases- soon had himself two friends. An amiable Irish fellow named Niall who worked at the petrol station about 4 blocks from his place and a not-so amiable mate named Zayn who was just paying off his rent with the money he made waiting at restaurants until he made it through Uni to be an English teacher. They became surprisingly close and they could talk about almost anything, although Harry just couldn't seem to shake of the nagging feeling in his stomach. The feeling that he had broken his promise, that was betraying Louis. But really, he needn't worry about that because really, Niall and Zayn had become really close in talking about Harry when he would decide to distance himself or when he would seemingly be somewhere else, far off- which if Harry could be honest, was more often than not.

    Louis's name became almost forbidden around Harry, because it meant so much to him and hearing it coming out of peoples mouths so casually made Harry twitch and fidget. Harry thought Louis had a name that should be cherished, fawned over and said with a ginger care. Niall and Zayn knew of "this other mate" Harry used to have from what he would let slip every once in a while but nothing more than the occasional snippets of information he would give. Louis was like a secret, and indulgence even, that Harry kept to himself and never really talked about to anyone anymore.

   He went weeks and weeks without receiving so much as a text.

    He would wait by his phone and every time it rang he would run up to it on the slim chance that it could be the day. The day Louis would tell him that he was coming back. Harry waited around, not receiving any calls anymore, until he gave up. They had completely lost communication at that point and Harry just walked around with that knowledge weighing him down around the ankles.

    April went by- no Louis.


    May continued on.


    June passed.


    July


    August


    September


    October


    November


    December, was particularly bad come to think of it.

    Harry had learned a couple of things after Louis went:

    First off, Jay's divorce had taken place and it was particularly nasty. Lots of yelling and crying and throwing of the occasional furniture followed by a deafening silence that Harry nor his mother or sister could really place- not that they really wanted to. They preferred to stay blissfully unaware until Louis' mum had made the final decision to vacate the place. Leaving it in a rather odd state, all overgrown and unkempt, where as it was once so well accounted for. He imagined the feeling of having four children taken from you by your husband along with another one across the 'pond', and decided he probably wouldn't have wanted to remain in that big old house either. He had also learned that he was in fact, not fond of his Maths at all the way he once was. He realized that carrots were not his favourites anymore. Actually he despised them, and no amount of coaxing could ever get him to eat one ever again. As well as the fact that he had grown up to be very much like his parents. In every way. Even if it ticked him off a bit, it was bound to happen at some point at least. And last but not least, he had learned he was pretty codependent. For a certain older bloke, still stuck in America.

    During the time that Louis was gone, Harry had had the time to ponder over his own feelings. He had come to terms with them, if he could be honest. He wasn't gay, he quite liked the idea of being with a girl. He had actually been with a couple, he had even thought he may marry a few of them. The thought of spending his life with a girl wasn't bad, it was nice- and normal. It was the thought of being without Louis for the rest of his life that brought that familiar uneasy feeling back into his stomach. He was angry at himself, more than anything, for getting attached and knowing it wouldn't end well. For needing someone so wholly and knowing that he couldn't remain with them for the rest of his life. Honestly, it wasn't his fault the shorter boy had been sent to America, but he couldn't help but blame himself for the gaping hole his best friend had left wide open.

    Soon, two semesters had passed and Louis still wasn't back.

    Harry had waited those two semesters and even past then.That first day, when Louis was supposed to be back, Harry had sat at his doorstep waiting for something that never came. He waited with the house, relatively clean for company and decked in his best new jumper. He tapped on the concrete step with his foot all day until his eyes began to droop at what he registered as sometime past midnight.
 
    It was three semesters, then a fourth. He expected to hear a knock on his door any day now. To open the door and see his beloved friend just waiting on his steps. Looking exactly the way he had when they first met, with those same wide blue eyes and stupid fringe. Harry's jar had become a bank account by now, though he still didn't have the money to be able to go to America and stay there for a while.

    He clung on to the irrational hope that continued claiming Louis would just return, out of the blue, maybe with some flowers or presents or something to make it up to Harry for waiting up so long. The grandeur of Louis' actions both flattering him and blowing Harry out of the water. But honestly, Harry wasn't even sure Louis wanted to see him. Harry hadn't even said he loved him when he left. He hadn't given him anything really significant and he didn't run after him when he was being driven away.

    The fact that he could've done all of those things but just didn't brought tears to his eyes. Louis never really knew what he meant to him, and he probably never would. Harry was even more miserable every day after that two year mark. Because Louis had broken his promise, he had broken it and shattered Harry's hopes in the process, without even knowing it. Another year came and went and Harry found a way to make himself rather numb to the idea of Louis.

     Then one day he was on youtube and he saw an offer on the side column, for plane tickets. To America. Just where Harry needed to be.

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It's Not Lost On Me- Chapter One ( Larry Stylinson)
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Warning: Mature Content later on, angst.
I do not own Harry Louis or One Direction.
A/N:So, this chapter really hurt to write. Honestly why am I doing this to myself.
Also, RIP My Chem. You will be missed.

"It's not lost on me."

    That had become like their catch phrase over the short time they'd been best friends. It was a phrase they uttered often, because it was like saying I understand but it was different because everyone said that. Everyone said they understood, but they didn't. Not like Louis and Harry understood each other. It was like an inside joke, but it wasn't all that funny. It was just something they said to each other, there was an implied affection that came with those words. It was only between them, because only they knew what it really meant.

   So that day when Harry had to say goodbye was probably the worst of his life.

    Another rainy day, courtesy of Manchester. Harry felt his heart drop when his alarm finally went off. He set it for exactly two hours before Louis had to go. The driver wouldn't wait, his parents had said.

   He pulled on his clothes with a certain glum serenity he had never felt before.

     Everything was going in slow motion... or maybe that was just Harry hesitating to let the day go on.

    He wanted to rewind and replay the past summer and spring he had spent with Louis. Harry kept a smile on his face all morning, even pulling on the little flower crown he wore sometimes that Louis adored. He wanted to make it as hard for Louis to leave as possible, no matter how selfish or spiteful it sounded. He wanted to see Louis cry and rant; just to make Harry feel a bit better about it. He didn't want to be the only one lost.

    He kept a composed face as he walked out of his house and found himself in the exact same position as when they first met. There he was, perfect in every way. Sitting on the same step, in the exact same position as when Harry first acknowledged his very existence.

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It's Not Lost On Me- Masterpost ( Larry Stylinson AU)

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It's Not Lost On Me- Prologue ( Larry Stylinson)
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Warning: Mature Content later on, angst.
I do not own Harry Louis or One Direction.
A/N: Okay, guys this one is going to be fairly long because I've been itching to do a really long fic on my own page, yeah? Oh and this is a Larry because Larry is everything.

Louis and Harry were once like peanut butter and jelly.


Harry insisted on being the peanut butter: it was the more masculine food spread, he had decided.

They had lived a mere ten paces away from each other their entire lives, uninformed until that fateful day that Louis and Harry met for the first time.

    Harry was 15, and Louis 17. It was a rainy day, not uncommon for Manchester, Harry noted. They lived right across a narrow cobblestone street, so close, though their houses looked so different. Harry's house was smaller, but big enough to fit every item his family managed to pick up at one place or another. Louis had a house that was at least double the size of Harry's with a crisp yellow color that exuded clean but didn't exactly hone the same warm eclectic feeling you got walking into the Styles estate; if you could really call it an estate. Harry stood right there, in front of his own poorly trimmed lawn dropping the flowers he had in his hands for his mother.

    Who was that? Why was that boy in his striped shirt and overalls just sitting on his front step not going inside? It's raining. He must be cold…Styles, don't do it. Don't you dare walk over. This will end badly.

    When Harry felt his feet move at their own accord, he knew he shouldn't. You see, Harry had a bad habit of getting attached to the wrong people... all of the time. But how could he not?

    'This could be destiny. Can't just walk away from destiny.'

    Those stripes though, he crinkled his nose at the prospect because stripes weren't usually the most flattering pattern to wear out…  but Harry decided he could get used to the stripes. As he got closer, the mysterious boy in the stripes seemed to notice, needless to say a confused look made it's way onto his face. Maybe it was the determined look on the curly haired boy's face as he strode over with that false confidence. Suddenly the boy looked a bit frantic, gesturing at the ground and waving his arms while Harry wondered if this boy was outright mad. Harry kept walking seeming not to notice. Then- thump, oh that's why.
Harry had forgotten that there was a bit of a ledge prior to the cobblestone street and he had tripped; quite badly too. So he just lay there, in the street, wishing to die. Harry felt the rain increase as the droplets fell harder on his back and groaned inwardly, scowling to himself.
Mr. Destiny -as Harry had now dubbed him- walked over chuckling to himself. He extended a hand for Harry but he refused; too wet and proud to admit defeat just yet. Harry got up and oh, this boy was even better looking up close. Harry decided that yes, he was actually quite fond of the stripes at this point.

    "Hey, um you alright there mate?" Mr. Destiny asked, looking genuinely concerned. "My name's Louis", so Mr. Destiny now had a name," I live um- right over there" he said pointing in the general direction of his pristine looking house.

    All Harry could think was: Hm, Louis. Sounds like destiny to me, or well close enough at least.

    Harry had always thought he would be set up by the universe with a Charles, a William, or a Dwayne per say. He had never imagined a Louis. But hey, if it was written in the stars what could Harry do?

    Harry replied, still half lost in thought "uh -Harry, my name's hello" Bollocks.

    He mentally face palmed himself for that, thanks for the help universe. "Sorry, I meant hello my name's Harry, Harry Styles."

    "Well Harry Styles, nice to meet you. Although it seems you've gotten quite dirty and your knees are quite bloody, not to mention the fact that it's raining and I've forgotten the key to my own  not-so humble abode. Shall we continue this conversation inside of your home? In exchange for a cuppa I promise to help you clean up a bit"

    Oh, Harry liked this boy. An excited smile crept it's way on to Harry's face as the two of them sauntered into Harry's little house filled with memorabilia.

    And so things went on like that for quite a while.

    Time passed between the two so quickly, but the smaller moments where what seemed to last an eternity for Harry. He was like his parents in that way. Harry treasured the little things that are usually overlooked by those whom aren't looking.

    Before Louis, he had enjoyed many different things. The way the lights from cars reflected on the wet streets when it rained, and the way something so insignificant as a caterpillar could change so fully into a creature that people planted entire gardens just to see.

A butterfly. That's what Louis was, Harry had decided. He wasn't shy, in fact Louis was so proud and so colorful people couldn't stay away. Everyone wanted to witness Louis, to get a taste of him, to be around him.

    Harry had almost stopped noticing the things around him... almost. It was more like a selective appreciation, he had decided. Because he still noticed everything that was Louis. Correction- Louis was everything. He had become Harry's world. Harry only noticed the little things about him now; the way he poked up his nose when he was upset, the crinkles around his eyes when he laughed or smiled really hard, the way he had a thing for TOMs and the way his cerulean eyes caught the light just right they could be just the color of the sky.

    Nobody knew Louis like Harry did, and nobody knew Harry like Louis did either. Harry loved the afternoons spent in Harry's living room playing Uno and the nights when Louis didn't want to go home so they just cuddled until they both fell asleep. He loved it when Louis sang to him, and when he would play piano with his skilled fingers and happy eyes. It was days at the park and the flower crowns they would make for each other. It was when Harry got a really bad haircut and Louis wrapped reassuring arms around him and let him cry until he was all cried out. It was sneaked kisses and hugs that lasted a little bit too long to be platonic. Those were the moments he really loved, the moments he would never stop looking back on.

    They were LouisandHarry, HarryandLouis and they were perfect.

    Time passed, they fought little and cuddled a lot. They grew closer and closer and eventually people started to notice. Their parents raised eyebrows when they were together- Harry's parents fondly, although Louis's parents weren't exactly the same way. The voice in Harry's head continued to pester him destiny, destiny, DESTINY YOU DOLT.

They never really defined what they were to one another. They were best friend yeah, but they always knew there was a little something more between the two. Harry felt it and he had accepted it but he had decided somewhere along the way that it was best not to tell Louis just yet.

'They had forever right? What's the rush' Harry thought.

     But Harry loved Louis with all his heart, he thought that was pretty clear.

     And then the letter came. The letter that would change his entire life.

     So Louis was going to boarding school in America, and Harry couldn't go with him.

    Harry had to finish school, and where was he going to get the money to go to America anyways? Harry couldn't take it. He spent weeks upon weeks pondering what he could do to evade the inevitable. Louis had to go, his parents demanded it, and it was the only school they would pay for. Harry knew why too. He saw the looks in their eyes whenever he and Louis held hands. And apart from that he had once overheard a "We have to find a way to keep him from going into that kind of lifestyle". Harry had ran from it then, but thinking back on it he started to put the pieces of the puzzle together. He felt silly really, it was like a 10 piece children's puzzle that Harry just never bothered to take a second glance at. Something that could have been prevented with distancing around certain people and a careful watch of what they did. But Harry was either too ignorant or to selfish to put those stupid pieces of information together in order to stop it.

Louis was leaving. And it was his fault.

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Chapter 3- Friendly gossip.
Jared slumped into his seat. He couldn't keep his mind from wandering. That song was still pounding through his head.
/all of the stars, have faded away/
/just try not to worry/
/you'll see them someday/
/take what you need, and be on your way/
/stop crying your heart out/
He seriously needed to stop that.
He came back to reality when he saw out of the corner of his eye that his regular Science teacher, was not there. Instead he saw a slim figure, with a tacky tweed coat. He gasped.
Only one person would dress like such a stereotypical substitute teacher.
The substitute turned around and gave Jared a toothy smile. It was Shannon alright.
It was all Jared could do, to stop his eyes from popping out of his head.
"Hey guys, I'm Mr. Leto and I will be your substitute today."
Everyone in the class looked spun their heads around to stare at Jared.
The resemblance was pretty goddamn obvious so he couldn't exactly deny it.
What had Shannon done to get a job as a Science substitute? This is wayy too far. I mean I know he like my LA teacher but seriously? No way was Jared going to stick around if his brother was the sub.
Jared shuffled himself out of the room only giving his brother a quick pat and a passing,
"Gotta get out for a sec bro."
Jared went to the parking lot in front of the school, and got into Shannon's car. Jared had a spare key. Jared needed a car. He could probably afford one since he did that modeling thing for some extra cash of his own, last summer.
Jared went back into class just as the bell rang. Without a word to Shannon, he walked off.
While he was in the hallway he heard a distant little Croatian voice calling out to him.
"Jared, Jared!" It was the infamous,Tomo.
"Hey Tomo..." Jared said with a smile.
Tomo had been their neighbor for as long as Jared could remember. Jared, Shannon, and Tomo are really close lately. Though Shannon and Tomo seemed to click better. Not that Jared cared... he had other things on his mind. But it did bother him a little that every time he would walk into the room, he would find them giggling and when he asked they would just smile at each other.
Tomo asked"...Hey Jay, are you going out with that redheaded Senior boy?"
This caught Jared off guard.
Tomo continued,"...I mean its okay if you are, being gay is no big deal. 'Cus I mean like when I was with Mike-"
"Stop it", Jared interrupted."Really, its Okay. I'm straight, I like GIRLS. I'm Jared-motherfucking-Leto for gods sake.Where did you get that from?"
"Shan" Tomo answered.
Jared grinded his teeth together and continued to walk over to his next class.
AN: Sorry this one is so short. Sort of a cont. from the last Chapter. This is like a mini-chapter. I just had to inroduce Tomo. Can't wait till Layero actually gets together.


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Chapter 2- Blue eyes that don't compare.
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Pro Album
“Move it!” said a student as Gerard stood in the middle of the hallway. Kids flooded the area, blocking his view. He only wanted to see one person.
Frank.

This guy was Gerard’s everything. They were perfect for each other. He stood 5 ft. 2 with a faux hawk that was a dark brown. He almost never gelled it, which Gerard loved. He had that fuck-you-attitude and since Gee was the total opposite, he was even more attracted. But when Frank was with him, it was as if he had turned into a whole new person. They just….clicked. So much that he gave his v-card to Frank. And that’s a lot. Gerard always knew he liked boys, but he didn’t think he’d have his innocence taken away by one. Especially up the ass.

“Hey Gee!” yelled Frank. The boys had been together for three years. Since the start of high school, Frank, well, had problems and Gerard knew it. Everyone knew that Frank never showed up to any of his classes, and Gee had a pretty good idea as to why. Whenever Frank did come to class, he was red-eyed and messy looking. It would turn Gerard on, but he knew what was really happening. Frank reminded him of another kid, Jared. He used to come to class late, sometimes not at all. Every time he did come, his face looked a lot like Franks. Blue sparkly eyes became glossy with a red tint, lips that were chapped but hid a row of perfect row of white teeth. His chocolate brown locks embraced each other. Frank looked dirty compared to him. Gerard had to admit he was attracted to Jared, then again, who wasn’t?

He was a lean, tall, and a vegetarian. He was taller than Gerard by 5 inches, and looked like a giant compared to Frank. Frank was short, even if he’d punch whoever say he was. He was the bad boy, remember? He liked to mess with things. Vandalize. He already had a tattoo, being only a sophomore. Even though Gerard and Jared were Seniors, Jared had one thing in common with Frank. Body art. Gerard saw it once, inked on his collar bone. “Pro…Pro Album?” Gerard questioned himself as he snuck a glance once at him. He’d never ask though. Jared was off limits. He was straight, very straight. And picky, might he add. Everyone wanted a piece of him, even Gerard. Even Frank. He once caught Frank staring at Jared when he had turned around, a clear view of his ass. But Gerard didn’t show his jealousy or scream bloody murder at Frank, because Frank once caught him doing the same.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” screamed Frank. “If you want him, then take him!” Gerard was sure he was hyped up on narcotics. “F-F-Frankie, calm down.” Gee soothed in Frank’s ear, his hot breath giving chills down his body. They embraced, Frank’s head caressed in his lover’s space between his neck and shoulder. At last moment, Gerard turned around to see the infamous man looking over his shoulder as well, his icy blue eyes piercing his hazel’s. He merely smirked and gave a devious grin before turning around once more and walking off to his next class.

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