Louis' POV-
Days like this whole week are the kind that I live for. These days are my happy days. In two more days, Harry will know that I was the person who texted him and we will fall in love because I already am falling for him I just don't know if he likes me that much. But my fingers are crossed.
These days have been so good for me that I haven't been taking my pills. You must be thinking... Pills? Why do you need pills? Well, There are three things an average person doesn't know about Louis Tomlinson. I'm gay, I have a passion for singing and theatre and I have bipolar disorder. I have always been a very raged child and Harry knew that but I never told him about being bipolar because I thought he would think I'm weird and make fun of me for it. Unfortunately, It was quite the opposite as most already know.
I decide that instead of being late to school like almost every single day I could maybe come in early and maybe catch a glimpse of Harry at his locker being stunning as usual.
However, when I scurry down the steps, I am struck in the stomach and forced against the kitchen wall.
"You little shit!!" My father screams striking me in the stomach over and over again.
He hits me multiple times in the same exact spot and when he hits me again in the spot I puke red.
"W-why are you doing this! What did I do?" I cough out clutch my stomach as my dad sinisterly laughs.
"Do you think I'm an idiot son?" He scoffs pushing me on the floor and digging his foot into my side. I shake my head quickly and his eyes pierce into my soul. He turns over and spit on my forehead.
"You are a faggot son! I didn't raise a faggot! Your sitting there falling for a guy! I saw you making googly eyes at that Harry kid and don't act like you weren't! You are a disgrace Louis Tomlinson!! I want you out of this house! I want you to pack your bags and leave! You better be out by the end of this week. you shit! You fairy!" My dads words stab me in the heart. The only male figure in my house telling me to leave because of my sexuality.
He slaps me in the face and picks me up by the collar. He carries me out the door and throws me into the yard.
"Leave my sight you cocksucker." He spits again as his words tear my insides limb from limb.
He hates me! My own father hates me! My flesh and blood! A voice screams in my head as my legs stand myself up and I leave the place I called home.
My whole body is so numb from the external and internal bruises. I drive my car to the last place I want to be at this moment and I park my car in my usual spot.
Quickly, I hurry into the building and walk down the hall the leads near Harry's locker but out of the blue I am stopped by an arm of familiar tattoos.
"Hey what's the rush pretty boy?" Zayn giggles as other people from his gang swarm around me. "Tomlinson... I heard you were hanging out with the fairy boy lately. You falling for him Tommo? Is his gayness rubbing off on you? Because it sure as hell seems like it."
Zayn and his gang corner me and push me to the ground as I shriek in pain.
"Awee is little Louis in pain? Do you want to go cry to your boyfriend? The one that says he hates you!!" My eyes sorrowfully deepen and I try to act like what Zayn had just admitted didn't make a huge impact on me but it did.
"W-what?" I whimper huddling up and beginning to feel claustrophobic from the people surrounding me. Harry would never say that he hated me right?
"Yes. Harry told me that he has always hated you ever since you beat him up in the 8th grade. You are the pit of his hatred. He said if he could, he'd kill you. He hates you Louis deal with it." Zayn's voice splinters my skin and echoes through my completely numb body. Harry... Said that about me?
Zayn chuckles diabolically and my stomach churns at the thought of Harry using me like he did and hating me.
"Harry hates me?" I repeat as Zayn and his posse kick me around a few times. He really does hate me doesn't he? He was probably using me so that he could get even from what I've done to him.
"Cmon guys," Zayn directions to his gang and they suddenly stop beating me. "Let's go and leave Tommo to weep. Ha ha ha!"
The guys nodded and I am left alone in the halls to cry in forlorn sorrow.
Harry. My mind reminded me. He did this to me. If I never met him... If I just never noticed him I would be normal. I wouldn't be gay. I wouldn't be a disgrace. It's all Harry's fault. It's all him. And he's going to pay for it.
"H-hey... Are you alright?" An angelic voice speaks with concern and I move my face from my knees. It's Harry.
When he noticed that it was me, he looked so sad for me. Wow Harry you are one good actor. You look genuinely concerned. Well I know your fucking secret.
My body moved before my mind did and in seconds my hands are choking the boy that I thought I loved. He starts to whimper and I lose my sanity.
I blame him for all my mistakes an he looks so clueless, so oblivious on what he has done to me. I speak with no thought and Harry pretends to feel hurt like I'm guessing he usually does. He's pretty good at acting maybe he should do it professionally.
Frustrated and vexed, I kick him repeatedly in various places that I know it will hurt him most. My mouth opens and I prepare myself on breaking him as badly as he hurt me.
"You are an idiot! You can't realize what's right in front of you! You are so fucking stupid! You make me sick! I'm sick and tired of what you do! You- you faggot!"
I scream on the top of my lungs as my tears choke me and Harry is taken back. Seeing the miserably heartbroken face Harry wore pecked at my heart a bit but my blood was too boiled to deal with my feelings at the moment.
His eyes are damp and he is huddled in the corner trying to hold back his emotion. So I put the icing on the cake.
"You're just a stupid kid with a stupid crush Harry," I mutter and walk down the sob filled hallway as I finally noticed that Harry cracked.
Why would he cry even after I left? This was just a facade. He never liked me. He just wanted to see me break.
After I left Harry alone, nurses rush past me and I suddenly feel a pit at my stomach. What if Zayn was lying. What if Harry really does like me? What the hell was I thinking!!!!!!
Panic fills me and I see another nurse rush down the stretched hallway that twists and turns every second. My mind moves fast and I am sprinting down the hallway to find a stretcher and an unconscious beauty which is a sight I'm way too familiar to.
I jump to the stretcher and my voice speaks my thoughts.
"What... What's going on!?! Someone tell me!!! Please what's happening!!!??" I cry and a old familiar nurse sympathetically places a hand on my shoulder.
"This is your Harry isn't it?" She realizes and her eyes become even more depressing.
"Yes! What's wrong!!!?!" I practically beg and fall to my knees next to the stretcher wanting answers.
"He's very sick Louis."
