bruises || stylinson

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louis in glasses because why the hell not

Harry

I could tell Louis was pissed when I dropped him off, mainly because I didn't say anything to him. I stayed silent waiting for him to figure out what he did and he never did. He just stared at me as I drove and dropped him off at the front of a neighborhood.

He got out and just look at me with anger in his eyes. I did so much for him and he doesn't even know me well enough to know what he did. He should know that by kissing me just for show is not okay.

I have genuine feelings for him and he kissed me only to prove a point to that guy. He was so rushed when he did it and barley even put any passion into it. Whenever I imagined us kissing it was always nice and soft, this was the opposite.

He just wanted to get through that part so he could get to fighting the guy. The moment they started throwing those weird insults at each other I knew it was going to happen and it made me realize that the kiss was a sham.

I would have been fine with him kissing me if it wasn't to flaunt it in someone's face. I hate that he did that to me, I don't deserve to be treated like an object.

It isn't the fact that he got in a fight, although that did piss me off. He got in a fight in front of a kid, a small girl was scarred because of Louis. He didn't care that she was there, hell he didn't care that I was there.

The more I think about this the angrier I get. I can't believe him, well actually I can believe him. He got into another fight over trivial matters, he could have just walked away. It happens, people don't like gay love and I can deal with that.

I'm just going to move on and have some fun without Louis, I have friend's other than him so I don't have to put up with his shit. I don't like being used and I'm going to go to a friend who doesn't use me, Shane.

Okay Shane is really my only other friend, but that is beside the point. He's going to get me out so I can do something dumb and forget about the fact that Louis doesn't care about me.

I pull into a gas station and park. I'm just going to call Shane and see how quickly I can go and see him. I'm beyond pissed right now and frankly I need a drink and someone to rant to. I know that he can do both of those things for me.

I dial Shane's number and let it ring a few times before he picks up. "Harry? What do you need? You never call me this is actually kind of weird."

"What are you doing tonight? I want to hang or frankly do anything." I tell him. I pause for a moment before deciding to give him more context. "Louis was a dick to me so now I'm pissed off and could use a friend."

He sighs and I can hear him fiddling with some papers or something. "I kind of have plans that I need to leave for in like twenty minutes, but I can take you with me."

"Yeah, I can be there in about five minutes, I'm already out." I tell him and put him on speaker. I put my phone in the cup holder and pull out of the gas station. I know my general area so I can get to him quickly, maybe even before we get off the phone.

"What are you currently wearing?" He asks, seeming a bit concerned. "I can't have you wearing what you normally wear."

Okay that's offensive, there is nothing wrong with my outfits that I wear normally. My clothes fit and I don't wear any t-shirts with dumb sayings on them. It's not like Shane wears those either, but at least I don't dress like a typical teen boy.

"I'm in a white shirt and jeans, is that not good?" I ask him, becoming more confused. I'm pretty conflicted, I want to go out, but at the same time I don't want to see people. Especially if I have to look nice, I don't want to wear a suit or something.