Misery ~ Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

"Yes. Yes. His name is Louis Tomlinson."

FUCK.

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Ok. Harry don't panic. All you have to do now is to stay calm.

Shit this is not happening, not again, its just like a bad novel repeating it's self with a a small detail missing that changed through years. I can't do this. God why are you doing this to me? Didn't you watched me suffer enough?

Opening my eyes, which I didn't know we're closed in the begging, my blurred vision looked upon Mrs Clarckson who had a really bright smile on her face awaiting for my response. When nothing came out she spoke happily.

"I'm glad that you agrred. Maybe by doing this I'll give you extra credit for contibuting which will higher your chance for a good University."

"Well, umm, no problem i guess?"

A forced small smile appears on my face which was getting hotter and hotter from the anger thats been building up inside of me. My green orbs wondered towards rather big clock abowe my headteacher, realising that I've been sitting here for the past half and hour. Ughh I really just want to go back home and pretend like Louis Tomlinson was never mentioned as a new student in my school.

A loud knocking sound was heard from other side of the door making me jump slightly in the chair I was stuck to for so long, as to how fast my reflexes go its preatty slow compared to others because when I whipped my head towards the door my eyes saw a teacher standing inside of the room with a tall silhouette behind her.

Mrs Simmson, my geography teacher, is about 50 years old however even though shes old her personality is loving. She seem to understand everyone and their emotions, when she can sense that something is out of the blue she'll try to help you the best she actually can. Whenever you have a massive problem or something personal that you can't bottled up anymore she will promise that whatever you tell her will be just between her and you. Mrs Simmson never ever broke her promises.

However she wasn't always like that. About two years ago she was, as you say, horrible towards the students and everyone was dreading having classes or even a small talk with her beacuse she would always shout or send you out to the principal's office.

The way she acts towards youngsters changed after her oldest child, Adam, that was my age, about 15 then, committed suicide. People say that it was because he never got any attention from his family and they never noticed that there was something wrong with him. Apparently he told his younger sister Megan , who was at the time 12, that he's not capable of dragging himself through this world with battle wounds that were getting deeper and deeper every day. After that his whole family changed, Megan started to stop bullies if she saw any and helped the poor, Mr Simmpson started to go to a therapy because he would always blame himself for Adams death however he never returned to his old self, where as his wife started to help other kids so they won't end up like her son.

As my self noticed that I was staring at her for at least 5 minutes while she speaks i decided to figure out who was behind her. All I saw was a small light coming from probably hers/his phone brightening up half of the features on the persons face. I took a closer look and noticed that this someone has green-ish-blue eyes that instantly reminded me of my long gone father. A faint frown but i still examined the person that had intrigued me. When I took another look these eyes were staring back at me with lips curled into a smirk. Slightly confused as I still didn't know who this was my lips curled into a small smile to retune the gesture but soon regretted it when Mrs Simmpson moved to her right reviling one and only...

"Louis Tomlinson"

"Louis Tomlinson" Me and Mrs Clarckson said in the same time. Still looking at the guy who I had history with, with a scared expression. I knew that through my 'contribution' I would have to show him around no matter what but I didn't expected him to be here that quick usually new kids come half way through the day buy as always he has to be different.