The Boy Who Cried Suicide (L.S)

Chapter Seventeen

School has been like hell for Louis. He couldn't go without feeling the constant stares, as if his new look was slowly becoming more intense. His jeans are a lot tighter, his shirts consisting of black band ones he bought from the mall. That is, if he's not wearing his black hoodie that is becoming raggedy.

He didn't really understand why his clothes were becoming more lazily picked out and darker. At first it was simply because he bought them that way on purpose. However, they weren't purposely that way anymore. It just happened, his clothes were chosen without a second glance in the morning and apparently it drastically made him look more depressed somehow.

His parents were slowly caring less and less, assuming he was just being a grouchy teenager. Also, he did snap at her for quite some time whenever she attempted helping. All she was trying to do was help, but the thing is, the only person Louis wanted to help him was Harry and he would only accept it from him.

Speaking of, Louis has still been trying to make a move on the boy. All this time he's been getting closer, trying to casually cuddle towards Harry whenever they study or nonchalantly take his hand. Luckily, Harry's shown no signs of uncomfort and would just tense for a second in surprise, then smile a bit.

He was trying not to rush too much into things because Harry was still a little upset over the whole 'James using him for popularity and sex' thing. Which was complete understandable. But, Louis wasn't a patient person. Even if he's been faking his depression for over a month, almost two, and still waiting to be with the love of his life.
You could assume he's patient, but deep inside this whole waiting game was pissing him off. He wasn't mad at Harry, oh god he could never be mad at that angel, but more at himself. For being such a chicken and not able to make a move on the person that meant everything to him.

So far, Harry hasn't shown any signs of not liking him back. However, Louis was so insecure and couldn't stop worrying about if he mad a fool of himself during football practice or if he was dressing ugly or if Harry hated his stupid flat stomach that was thankfully becoming thinner as he only ate less than a meal a day.

He wasn't really anorexic, definitely not. He always skipped breakfast and he didn't want to eat in front of Harry, so the boy could worry more about him. He ate dinner sometimes if his parents made him eat with them all. The difference was that Louis did eat at least one thing a day, some chips and a bag of Cheez-it's.

Much to his happiness, Harry had noticed and would teasingly try feeding him. Louis would act hesitant before opening his mouth and letting him feed Louis. It was so cute and Louis already felt like they were a couple. Because Harry worries about him and they hang out all the time.

It didn't seem like Harry was annoyed and that was amazing. Which is why Louis practically skipped school before realizing he seemed too happy. He slowed down, lowering his head and clinging onto the straps of his book bag. Being the loner he was now, literally, Louis just hid through the crowd and went to his locker.

Sadly, Niall wasn't at school today for some reason. It was weird since Niall is always at school and never skips nor gets sick. At least, not often. Whenever he actually does, he would at least tell Louis. But, it seemed like he ignored Louis. Not at his locker, in school in general and hasn't texted. Louis could always text first, but he wasn't the type to do that.

He didn't like making the first move. Harry was the exception to that. He was the only person Louis would ever make the first move on. Because, Harry is worth it. Not that Niall isn't, but Louis couldn't focus as he searched the halls for a certain curly-haired boy who was nowhere to be seen as well.

He pouted a bit, shaking his head and went down the hall to see if Harry was at his locker. He wasn't, much to his dismay. Lately, the boy has been disappearing a lot and Louis didn't understand what he was doing every morning. However, he just went back down the hall to his own locker.