Notes (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Been Through Too Much to Care (Louis)

Louis' P.O.V. (it will change to Harry's each chapter so you can get an idea from both perspectives)

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When I first walk into school, on my last first day in high school, I feel nothing. You probably expected something more bright and positive, but after what I've been through, I'm anything but that. I'm like the Grouch on Christmas Eve, even though that's my birthday. Yes, I'm a Christmas Eve baby. It's not that fascinating. I don't get why anyone even likes it-

"Hey, dumbass, did you not hear the bell?" A random boy who I think is in my year, asks. I blink at him with a confused expression, shocked that someone would even talk to me. I didn't even know people knew I existed for god's sake! I mean it's not like I've been in this school for three years or anything...

(By the way, you may think this is Harry but it's not. Just wanted to clear that up.)

I snap out of my daze, say a thanks, and rush to my class so I'm not late on the first day of my last year at this hell hole.

Luckily, I'm not that late, and the teacher doesn't seem too strict, thank god. I haven't even checked what subject this is, but from the historical decorations and a world maps around the room, I'm betting on History.

When the teacher, Mr. Brown I've learned, asks a question about where something is—I don't know I wasn't really paying attention— I hear a familiar voice.

I immediately stop doodling, with my pen stabbing harshly into the ripped paper. After weeks of trying to forget about him over the summer, he keeps slipping into my mind. I hate it. I fucking hate it. Why can't I just get over someone like a normal person?!

Even though there's a serious mental battle in my head, of course he has to reply with a snarky remark.

"Up your ass!" Harry yells cockily. His other friends around him laugh, like it's the funniest thing they've heard in their lives.

Mr. Brown glares, "Detention during lunch time, Mr. Styles. Don't make it be after school, or I'll call your mother."

Harry, in all his conceited glory, just rolls his eyes and turns back to talk to his friends in a whispered voice that's not so whispered because I can hear every word and I'm very close to the front.

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When lunch time arrives, I don't put a single thing in my mouth. Just move the greasy, fatty food around on my plate which is placed on an empty table. Because who would want to sit with me, the freak, that lost everything in a matter of weeks. Including their appetite.

I throw out my food, if you can even call it that, when it's close to the next period and then I sit back down. I grabs my earbuds out from my backpack pocket and inject it into my phone, putting on The Fray. I listened to it peacefully, with my head resting on the table and my eyes shut.

I know that I have to be strong for Ernest and the girls, of course I know that, but I don't know how much longer I can take the pain. The pain of knowing that when I thought I could say, "at least I still have someone who cares", I can't. Because if someone cared, actually cared with all of their beating heart, they wouldn't have fucking left me alone to rot into nothingness.

I go to my next period with tired feet and exhausted eyes. I feel bad for people who have to talk to me and look me in the eyes. There's too much everything in them, but yet there's nothing at all.

When I open the door I see that Harry's also in this class. Of course, just my luck. I sit in the seat farthest from him and wait for the teacher to start the lesson.

About half way through the class it seems Harry and his friends start to get bored and have a full on debate about if Rita's is called Rita's Water Ice or Italian Ice.

"It's obviously Italian Ice, that's what the closet one to us says!" Harry declares.

"No, it's Water Ice where I grew up. Sorry, mate, but you're wrong." One of them protests back.

I try to drown out their voices, but it's kind of hard when they're talking at the top of there lungs. Okay, maybe that was a little over-exaggerated. But seriously!

Anyways, me and all my sassiness that I somehow still have, turns around with a glare and says, "Could you guys keep it down. Some people actually want to learn. And besides, it's obviously Water Ice." That was a lie, I just said that because Harry said Italian. Call me petty, I don't care.

Harry, for some reason, seems shocked that I even had the confidence to tell them off. But then he's back to his fake self in no time and rolls his eyes, slouching back in his seat.

Serves him right.

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When school finally ends, I go back home, greeting my Aunt Macy who will be taking care of the kids while I'm at school and work. I can't thank her enough, honestly. She said it was no trouble, so I took the offer with a loving hug.

"I'm home!" I yell when I put my bag on the hook in front of the the door. In no time I hear a bunch of little footsteps and am greeted with a big, crowded hug.

"Oof," I puff out with a laugh.

"Lou, we missed you!" Phoebe squeaks out, the others agreeing with a nod and "yeah's".

"Aww, I missed you guys too! When I finish my homework we can all have a movie night, how about that?" I don't have work today, so that's a relief. Aunt Macy sends me some money so I can afford for the kids, which I'm so grateful for.

They all nod their heads and scurry back off to their rooms. I chuckle lightly and feel my aunt put her hand on my shoulder from behind me. She steps in front of me and looks down at me with proud eyes.

"You raised them so well. She'd be so proud." She brings me in for a hug, while I'm trying not to shed tears on her fuzzy cardigan. I don't remember the last time someone said they were proud of me, but it feels so good.

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This is the first chapter of "Notes"!!! I hope you guys like it so far, I feel like I did a good job on this! I hope you guys do too!

I'm in high school now, kill me please. (Not actually btw.) Anyways, I love you and have a great day! <3

- Pearl xx