Secrets|| L.S [ON HOLD]

3. The Not - So Great Escape

{There were parts added to chapter two. So you should go check that out first if you haven't already}

Louis P.O.V

The day goes by pretty fast after my little chat with Harry in the toilets. The day goes on quite smoothly after that. No harassment, no embarrassment, no hassles.

By the time I am am approaching the road I live on, I actually feel pretty decent.

I unlock the front door to my 'home' and walk inside. My mother is in the kitchen in front of the stove.

I don't know what she is cooking, but it smells delicious.

When she hears the door close, she turns to face me. She gives me a small smile and a nod.

" Hi darling, how was school?"

I nod as an answer, to show her that school was pretty good today, though I do that everyday. I wouldn't dare tell my mother about what really happens at school. She already has to deal with so much. It would only add to the load.

Her smile widens and she turns back to the stove.

 No further questions, Good.

I turn and walk up the stairs. All I want to do is go to my room and face plant on my bed and sleep. But nope, not just yet. Because as I reached for the handle of my room at the end of the hall, two large, clammy hands grab my shoulders, and push me against the wall right next to my room.

Dammit!! I was almost home free!

"Hey bro" My older brother Connor sneered, his face inches from mine.

He was shirtless, dressed in only shorts, and his short dark brown hair in his face, dripping. So I'm assuming he just came out of the shower.

" What, Connor?" I try to suppress a whimper as his blunt nails dug into my skin through my sweater.

" Nothing, just wanted to see how my faaavorite brother is doing" He said while ruffling my hair, making it appear more fluffy than it already was.... Something's up.

I let out a deep sigh. I'm tired of him beating around the bush all the time.

" What do you want? You're wasting my time."

He backs off of me with a mock hurt expression and a hand over his heart. "First of all, rude!" He says in a overly exaggerated girly tone. "Stop being so sassy all the time, gosh Louis, don't be such a tampon."

What? A tampon? Out of all the things I could be compared to...

"Just tell me, or ask me - Just get to the point please." I groan.

" Okay, okay. I need you to help me sneak out tonight. I wanna go to Malik's party." He says with excited eyes.

I scrunched up my nose at the familiar name.

Why is Connor even associated with Zayn Malik?

Oh, it's because we go to different schools because his grade level and surprisingly higher academic skills that I, so he's in some fancy charter school. Oh, and let's not forget how I bottle up my feelings so no one in my family knows I get bullied in the first place... Plus, its a pretty small town.

" A party? On a Monday? Great idea. " I say sarcastically, raising my eyebrows.

" You know what? That's exactly what mum said before she said 'no'"

I scoff while leaning against the wall putting my bag down next to my feet, " Well maybe she's right then."

"Come on pleeease. You know Malik throws the best parties." He whines, his hands in front of him, fingers intertwined in a begging fashion.

I roll my eyes.

Actually, not until you just told me.

" Fine but how do plan you an on doing this?" I ask looking up at the ceiling in distress.

Connor made a face of realization.

Guess he never got that far.

"Hmm. I guess you could distract mum when I eventually make noise by either climbing out the window..." He let out a small chuckle. "...or falling out of it. You know, cuz she stays up late."

"Sure, sure. Whatever " I say dismissively, waving him off.

Can I go to sleep now God?

" Thank yoooou" Connor sings while going down the steps.

I'm always getting into Connor's messes. He's the type of brother that barely talks to you, but when they do, its either to tease/annoy you or ask for favors and then you both get caught. But I didn't mind the teasing. I think its his way of showing...brotherly love? But I do think we should bond more.

Now I am finally able to retreat to my room. I pick up my bag and open the door. My room isn't really anything special. Average size, baby blue walls littered with band posters and almost every surface was occupied by little trinkets either for memories of a better time, or for decoration.

I drop my bag in the middle if the floor and strip to my boxers as I walked to my bed.

I instantly plop down face first into the mattress like I had promised myself I would do as soon as I walked through the door, all of the stress and embarrassment from today leaving body. As I was drifting off to sleep I found myself thinking about.... Harry.

His curly hair.

His deep emerald eyes.

His dimples.

I caught myself starting to smile unknowingly.

It seemed like he wanted to be my friend.

But no. He can't, I won't allow that. I am not even that interesting. I'm not even worth it. He's probably just being nice out of pity anyway. Or maybe its just some cruel joke to gain my trust and shatter me right afterwards. Whatever the reason, I'm not going to let him get to me, I'm already broken as it is. No one can know my story.

No one.

I blink a few times, realizing that I am now crying, warm tears staining my pillow. And that is how I drifted of to sleep, with images of my horrific life flashing before my eyes, along with the occasional thought of the new kid;
Harry Styles.

A/N:

Wowowow this is the longest, most boring filler EVER.

Yeah so its 11pm and I have a HUGE test tomorrow. But I decided to update bc its been awhile.

Soo yea, I'm gonna go have late night cereal. Bye!

{Vote and comment what you think} ;)
~ Dezz