Wrong kind of love | Larry Stylinson

One

Louis' POV

I woke up with a horrid headache ringing in my head that just wouldn't go away. It was Monday morning and the first day back to school-- or should I say hell. I was never a good student, even if I tried. No matter how hard I tried, I always ended up failing pretty much every class. I never really had any talent either, my motivation was always crushed by all the people that told me otherwise. I guess I haven't really found my special "talent" but I'm not getting any hopes up. I was just so sick of all of this shit happening on, all the drama and excuses and lies. I've gotten so tired of it all-- tired of feeling worthless and stupid, tired of feeling alone and depressed, tired of worrying about every single little thing, tired of being yelled at for all the same reasons, tired of feeling like such a failure, tired of being judged and feeling judged, tired of feeling like the stupidest person in my entire school, I'm just so tired of it all. I'm tired of this crappy little town (Homes Chapel) and my so called "friends." I just want to get out of this place and start over somewhere new.

I just realized that I was sitting in bed for about 15 minutes thinking about life and I was now running late, reading the clock "7:30" and I had to be at school by at least 8:00 a.m.
"Holy fuck" I mumbled under my breath "I'm late" I snatched yesterday's jeans lying on my floor and put on a sweatshirt; it was rather cold outside for spring, but I didn't have time to worry about what I was wearing, I just needed to be at this crumby place of torture I called school. I combed my feathery hair so it was nice, but a little frizzy- just the way I liked it. I grabbed my wallet and shoved on my socks and shoes. I ran into my bathroom and brushed my teeth a bit violently, my book bag already on my back. I whipped my mouth off carelessly and was already down the stairs running out the door jogging to school. The school was only about 10 minutes away when you walked, but I was jogging faster than usual and I was able to get to my locker and grab all my things before first period-- physical education. Yuck. When I walk into gym most everyone is already dressed up and are messing on the bleachers or already sitting in their roll call spots. But there is a certain someone that always seems to catch my eyes, take away my breath, and always makes me smile- always.
The beautiful, talented, amazing, most popular boy in the entire school-
Harry Styles.