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.



14. Planing the 'perfect' apology.

sorry if this chapter is crappy, I didn't really know what to write for this chapter, so it came from the top of my head. oops.

oh and R.I.P to twitter user @larrywhisper <3




"Louis, I thought you learned by now not to judge people. Harry's just like us, just because he's deaf doesn't give you any reason to kick him out of the house!" She said with anger in her voice, putting her bottle of water aside.

"I know, I- wait what?"




"I tried telling you, Louis. You need to start listening to me more." She said as she picked her water bottle up and opened the fridge, putting it in.

It took me a few seconds to finally reply, "H-how did he know what I've been saying, then?" I asked.


"Anne told me that if you talk slow enough that he could read your lips - or if you move your lips slow enough, which I knew he would be able to read yours because, Louis, you move your lips pretty slow." My mum said as she passed me, "I'm going to bed now, I'm a bit tired from all that shopping today. Now, I suggest you go to bed, also. You have school in the morning." She said as she started walking up the stairs.

"Wait, mum!" I yelled as she got up to the last stair.

"What?" She said as she turned around.

"Urm, do you have Harry's number? Or Anne's?" I asked, biting my lip.

It took my mum a few seconds to answer, I'm guessing she was thinking.

"Crap!" She exclaimed, "I meant to get Anne's number today. I'm guessing I forgot. Sorry, Louis." She said as she turned around and went up the last stairs and into her room.

"Shit." I mumbled under my breath. That was until something hit me.

The Internet.

I rushed up the stairs into my room, and went straight to my laptop. I opened it and went onto YouTube.

My fingers rested on the keyboard as I thought what to type. It took me about 3 minutes for me to think of something to type.

I clicked the YouTube search bar and started typing,

"How to say 'I'm sorry' in sign language."

I bit my lip as a shit load of tutorials popped up, and I picked the first one because it must be the best if it's the first, right?

I sat there, and sat there in an uncomfortable chair moving my hands in the air, trying to learn how to sign.

When I decided I finally knew how to do it, I turned off my laptop and looked at the clock.

"What the fuck?!" I said while blinking, "How is it already 4 in the morning?" I said as I got closer to the clock to see if I was reading it correctly. "God a'mighty, I've been doing this for hours. That curly kid better forgive me, I better hadn't done this for nothing."

I got up and rubbed my eyes and yawned. I had 3 hours until school.

I also had 2 choices.

Either I take a 3 hour nap.

Or I use those 3 hours to practice.

I walked over in front of my mirror and lazily sat down in front of it. I then began signing "I'm sorry" to the mirror over and over and over again.

I did take breaks in between the practices just to rest my arms, but they were short breaks.

I must have been practicing for hours because I was interrupted by the sound of my mother swinging opening the door.

"Get up , Lo-" she began to say but stopped herself when she saw me awake and in front of my mirror. "Oh, I see you're already awake." She smiled, "Well, be down in 20." She said as she exited my room and shut my door.

I sighed as I stood up and cracked my back and stretched my arms. I lazily walked into my bathroom and began brushing my teeth and a few times I'd keep my toothbrush in my mouth and began signing "I'm sorry" to the mirror.

When I finished that, I put some random clothes that was laying in my pile of clothes that was laying at the foot of my bed.

I rushed downstairs and into the kitchen and grabbed my book bag that was laying on the counter.

"In a hurry for school?" My mum asked me as I headed towards the door.

"Uh, yeah. I'm trying to beat Zayn." I said as I opened the door.

I was so close to leaving but my mum stopped me.

"You know, Anne still doesn't have a car. And I don't know if I can afford being late for work again."

I bit my lip and began thinking. I could give the kid a ride to school, but my parking place is close to where Zayn and I stand at. So I'd have to be sneeky with him.

I groaned and rubbed my face, "Sure, mum."

It must have been suprising to my mum that I said I'd give Harry a ride, because a smile lit upon her face and she stood up and gave me a hug.

I, of course, didn't hug her back though.

She gave me a pat on the back, "Have a good day, Lou." She said as I began to walk out the door.

I walked across the grass and into Anne's grass. It took me, about, 2 minutes to find the courage to knock on the door.

"I'm coming!" I heard a cheerful voice ring through the inside of the house, and seconds later I was met with a lady, whom I'm guessing is Harry's mum.

"Oh, hi Louis. May I help you?" She asked, keeping her hand on the door knob.

"Uh, yeah. Is Harry here?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Yes, why?" She asked.

"Uh, my mum wanted me to give him a ride to school."

Anne's face lit up as if she was the happiest person ever, "One minute!" she said as she kept the door opened and rushed up the stairs.

I sighed, and put my back against the door, waiting for Anne and Curly to get downstairs.


I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I was met with my mums reflection in the mirror.

I spit in the sink and rinsed my mouth and then dried it and turned around.

"Harry, go downstairs. I fount someone to give you a ride to school." She signed.

I nodded and she turned around and walked out of the room, I nodded and followed behind her.

She didn't sign me a name, so I'm guessing it's Jay taking me to school?


I walked downstairs and picked up my bag that was laying beside the staircase. When I began walking towards the door, I stopped walking when I saw who it was at the door.

It wasn't Jay.

It was Louis.




since i got a lot of shit for the last chapter being 'short' and that I made you guys "wait a long time" (even though I only made y'all wait 7 days) that I decided to make this chapter short/long

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