No Sound

Louis Tomlinson was, as you can say, a "bad boy." Harry Styles though was completely opposite. He was a sweet boy, but was also deaf. The two fall in love like any other story, but there's just something holding them back.. And that something, or should I say someone, is Zayn Malik.

[THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE A SEQUEL AND ENDS WITH A CLIFFHANGER, I WILL BE EDITING SOON TO REMOVE THE FALSE CLAIMS OF A SEQUEL]

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1. Almost time for school.

Louis Tomlinson: Punk 

Harry Styles: deaf (he can talk, just can't hear) xx 

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*LOUIS POINT OF VIEW*

I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming from downstairs, yelling for me to wake up.

I groaned into my pillow, "Fuck off, mum." I whispered to myself.

I then heard my mother walking up the stairs, the next thing I know, she slams the door open. "Louis William Tomlinson! If you don't get up right now, I swear to God I will-" I stood up quickly, I'm not afraid of her or anything, I just don't want to argue at this time of the morning.

She smiled, "Good. Now get ready for school, we have a new neighbor and she has a son that's a bit younger than you, but you two go to the same school."

I moaned, stomping my feet as if I were a 5 year old arguing, "Noooo."

She sighed, "Louis, please... Just give the kid a chance. He needs someone to show him around the school!"

I sat back down on the bed, "Then get someone else to show him around."

"No, Louis. You're showing him around and that's final! Now, if you're not downstairs in the next 10 minutes I will come back up here and-"

I sighed, "I know, I know. You tell me this every morning."

She sighed, and walked out of my room.

When she closed the door, I sighed also. I rubbed the front of my head, then touched my collarbone. I felt pain in my collarbone, oddly.

But then I remembered why it was hurting. I had just now got a new tattoo yesterday.

It's just a simple tattoo that was an arrow. It's on my collarbone, and it's my 35th tattoo.

You can say I'm addicted to tattoos.

I stood up stretching my whole body, letting out noises that didn't sound so human like. I bent down and started digging through a pile of clothes that was laying on the floor. I grabbed a shirt that was black and was a low-cut, that showed off my new tattoo, and a pair of black skinny jeans.

After I put my clothes on, I brushed my teeth.

When I got done with all the shit I usually did, I walked down stairs. "Hello, Louis." My mum said,

I sat down. "What do you want?" I asked, reaching out for an apple. 

"For you to show the new kid around." She said.

I laughed. "No, if he's a dork then I don't want no part of him. Wouldn't that make me lose my repetition?" I said, taking a bite of an apple.

"Look, Louis. Give him a chance! You don't even know what he looks like, or what he's like! I've only talked to his mother, and he sounds like a nice lad!"

 I sighed, standing up. "No."

Mum sighed, and then walked to the front door, I didn't bother asking where she was going. Instead, I got my iPhone out and looked at the time.. It was 6:40 A.M. I usually get there about 7:00 so I could chill with Zayn in our usual spot.

Usually, Zayn gets there before me.

Let's see if I can get there before him!

I smirked to myself and stood up, and grabbed my bag. I threw it over my shoulder and headed out the door.

I walked passed my mum and two other people. One woman who looked about in her 30s-40s and a young boy who looked about 16-17, he was alright looking, but he could still be a dork or weird. I'm guessing they're the new neighbors, because, I've never noticed them.

"Louis. Come here! Meet the new neighbors!" I heard mum yell at me as I walked up to my car. I gave her a glare, and opened my door and jumped in my car. I was about to start my car until I heard someone tapping on my window.

I sighed, looking over to see non other than my mum. I rolled my window down, "What do you want mum?" I asked with an annoyed tone.

"Anne doesn't have a car. Can you please take Harry to school? Please?" She asked in a begging tone.

I laughed and started my car up, "Sorry, mum. There's no room for no one else."

She gave me an evil glare, "Bull shit, Louis! I can see your fucking car! You have enough room for us all."

I laughed and gave mum a wink, "Have a good day, mum." I said, before pressing the gas peddle and headed my way to school.

I looked through the review mirror, I could feel her anger from inside my car! 

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*HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW* 

I was awoken up by the feeling of my mother shaking me. I blinked a couple of times before opening my eyes.

I sat up on my bed, rubbing my eyes. My mum began to sign to me, "Get ready, Harry. Today's your first day of school."

I shook my head and held my hand up, so it'd be right in front of her face, "Don't remind me."

I wasn't really wanting to go to this new school.

I've had to move schools from schools due to bullying.

I've been beating by the kids from all the schools I go too, and some teachers; well, the teachers didn't physically beat me, but they treated me different.

Luckily for me, I can't hear the nasty things they say about me because, ya'know, I'm deaf.

But I've always wondered what my voice sounds like when I speak. Is it loud, or do I sound like a girl?

And what do people actually think of me? Do some talk about good things about me? Besides my mother and sister?

I had butterflies in my stomach, I didn't want to go to school.

My mum needs to realize that wherever I go, I will be bullied.

And no one can change that.

No one.

~

When I finished getting ready for school, which all I put on was some skinny jeans and a white t-shirt with a hood over it, I walked down stairs.

"Hey, Harry. Come outside to meet our new neighbors. She has a son, a bit older than you, though." My mother signed me when I walked down stairs. I shook my head no, I wasn't good at meeting people.

It's so awkward. Because I don't know what they're saying.

Well, I can tell what they're saying if they speak slow enough so I could read their lips;

My mother pulled my arm, also pulling me out of my thoughts.

When we walked outside, I saw a girl around her 40s, maybe.

She greeted me with a smile.

Luckily, for me, she didn't speak to me.

At least I don't think she did?

I stood there watching their mouths move, I wasn't sure what the neighbor was saying, she moved her mouth too quick. But, I knew what mum was saying.

Suddenly, I noticed a boy who was walking out of the older woman's house, he was cute, I admit.

He wore all black, and he had tattoos up his arms.

He gave me a glance, and then he turned his head to the ground. My face grew red.

 

He looked at me.

The next thing I knew, our neighbor was walking towards the guys car.

I could tell she was angry with him, suddenly, he just drove off... Leaving her there.

Well, that was rude.

*JAY'S POINT OF VIEW* 

When I came back from arguing with Louis, I sighed. "Sorry about that."

Anne gave me a disappointing look, "He won't take Harry to school, will he?" I nodded, and she sighed.

We stood in silence for a couple of seconds, until I spoke up. "I could take him to school!" I suggested.

Anne gave me a smile, but then it faded, "But don't you have to go to work?"

I nodded, "Correct. A couple of minutes late won't hurt my job." I said,

Anne gave me a heartfelt smile, "Thank you! You're the best. Can I talk to you in private?" She asked, I nodded. She turned to Harry and started moving her hands. Harry nodded, and walked to my car and sat in the passenger seat.

"Listen... Make sure Harry gets in the schools safe, and don't leave him with people who easily judge people. You see, Harry's different. He's unique... He's....... Deaf."

I covered my mouth in surprise, "Deaf?! Oh my God, I am so sorry that-"

Anne put her hand up, "Don't worry about it, I'm sure Harry understands."

I nodded, "I hope." And then we walked over to the car.

Anne gave Harry a kiss, and then walked to her porch, waving goodbye. She mouthed "Thank you" to me, and I just gave her a thumbs up. 

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