Things I Can't

Chapter 2

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Louis:

"He shoots, he scores!!" I shouted, yelling over the sound of my music blasting through the thousand dollar speaker system my father had built into my room when I was a young boy.

It was a Monday afternoon, and my two friends from Dickerson, Liam and Zayn, were playing an intense game of mini basketball. While I wasn't very good at the game, (my talents were more focused on football) Liam was incredible. It was probably because of his hight. He stood at an impressive six foot three while I was a measly five foot seven. Zayn was tall too. I wasn't sure of his exact height but it was definitely taller than mine.

I watched as the two boy's fought over the orange ball. It had been a rather boring day at school, and like always, I almost fell asleep in every class. It's not that I didn't want to learn, because I definitely did, I just thought there were much better things to be doing during the day rather than sitting at an uncomfortable desk and listening to teacher's drone on and on about a topic I didn't give a shit about.

"Oi Tommo, heads up!" Zayn shouted, as the basketball nailed me in the left cheek.

"Ow!" I groaned, rubbing the sore skin with the pads of my fingers. "That hurt."

"We told you to look out." Liam shrugged, laughing at my red cheek. "You need to listen better next time."

"Yeah, next time." I grunted, hopping off the bed and heading downstairs to get myself an ice pack. Once downstairs, I ventured into the kitchen where I found my parents speaking to each other in hushed tones. I rolled my eyes and walked past them, knowing that they were too into the conversation to notice me..This happened a lot. My four sister's and I were oftentimes pushed aside by our parents. Yeah, they bought us things and tended to our needs, but it would be nice to get some real attention every once in a while.

Once I got the ice pack I jogged back to my massive bedroom where Liam and Zayn seemed to be talking about something that was going on this weekend.

"Hey, your face better?" Liam asked, fighting a smirk.

"Yeah, no thanks to you." I gave the two a pointed look. "So, what were you two talking about?"

"Gemma Styles party this weekend." Zayn answered. I widened my eyes, remembering that the girl next door threw parties often. I never went though for obvious reasons. Even if I wanted to go (which I don't) my parent's would never allow me to even step foot inside the styles residence.

I never understood the bad blood between our two families. I mean, I understood it but I found it incredibly childish and immature. Still, I obeyed my mother when she said not to mess with the 'despicable creatures next door'. I was aware that there was a boy my age living there, and when I was younger I used to wonder what he was like.

Every night I see a tiny light illuminated through his windows. I wondered what he does all the time..if he's anything like my mother describes, then he's probably in his room fucking different girls. I honestly don't think I could believe that though.

"Oh." I answered simply. I didn't know what else to say. "Are you going?"

"Uh, duh." Zayn replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Gemma is like the hottest chick in this entire city."

It was true, Gemma was incredibly attractive. I actually had seen her before. It was during the summer and I could see her walking down the street. She walked with a confidence that said 'yeah, I'm rich and hot bow down bitches' I honestly thought she seemed like a slut but my opinion was a bit biased.

Also, I wasn't attracted to her the way Liam and Zayn were. In fact, I wasn't attracted to girls at all. I recently discovered this tiny detail about myself earlier this year when I kissed my girlfriend Cassie and wanted to puke for days. Needless to say, our relationship didn't last very long after that. I began noticing boy's more, and I realized that yeah, I like dick.

Nobody knew of this information yet hence why Liam and Zayn were trying to shove the fact that Gemma would be at the party in my face.

"You should go Lou!" Liam pleaded, pouting his lips. I sighed in irritation.

"You know very well that I can't do that." I reminded Liam, in case he forgot the minor detail that our families despise each other.

"I know your parents don't want you to go, but aren't you curious about the inside of the Styles house? What that dude you always talk about looks like?"

"What dude?" I asked, playing dumb.

"Oh don't play daft Louis, you know who I'm talking about. Besides this wouldn't be the first time you disobeyed your parent's."
He had a point....dammit.

"okay I'll go." I decided, already regretting my decision. Liam and Zayn clapped their hands in excitement.

"It's on Friday at 8. Be ready to get wild."