Broken || Larry Stylinson

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Beep beep beep beep

"Bloody hell." Louis mutters as his obnoxious alarm clock awakes him.

It was Monday. Louis would do anything to not go to school. He was tired of the horrible remarks he got thrown his way every day. He was tired of never feeling good enough. He was tired of starving himself. He was tired.

"Get up fag, it's time for school!" His father Mark yelled, banging on the door.

"I'm up!" Louis responded angrily.

Louis quickly threw on some clothes, making sure they were baggy so they didn't show off his fat body. He rushed down the hallway but was stopped by Mark.

"Have a good day, fatass." Mark breathed down Louis' neck.

Louis hurriedly pulled away and ran out the front door. He jumped in his car and quickly pulled out of the driveway. On the way to school he saw happy teens holding hands and sharing small kisses. If only Harry would love me, Louis thought to himself sadly.

"Louis!" Harry yelled excitedly as he saw Louis' car pull into the school parking lot.

"Hi." Louis muttered looking at the ground.

"What's wrong boo?" Harry asked with a sad smile.

"Nothing Haz, just a little tired s'all." Louis responded, eyes never meeting Harry's.

Harry nodded and pulled his best friend in for a hug. He gasped when he felt how skinny Louis was.

"Lou, are you eating properly?" Harry asked voice filled with concern.

"Y-Yeah, of course I am Harry. Why wouldn't I? I mean, I eat normally. What made you think-" Louis was cut off

"Louis, it was just a question calm down." Harry stopped him from rambling any more.

Louis nodded and they walked into the school.

Fag

Ugly

Fat

Useless

Kill yourself

Nobody likes you

Louis heard all the comments being thrown his way. He teared up slightly and inched closer to Harry. Harry noticed and gave him a small, sad smile, pulling him slightly into his side.

"Ignore them boo." Harry whispered into his best friend's ear causing Louis go shiver.

Louis finally got to class, and waved Harry goodbye.

"Okay class, today we're going to write an essay on love. I want you to explain in your own words what love is." Mrs. Hopkins explained.

What is love? Love is caring for someone with such passion that it sometimes hurts you. It hurts to see them hurt. You see the person you love as a ray of sunshine. You constantly want to hold their hand, kiss their beautiful, slightly girly lips. You want to run your fingers through their curls and trace all of their tattoos with your fingertips. Love is powerful. Love is something special. Love is Harry.

Louis finished his essay, deciding to turn it in as is even if he got a bad grade. He loved Harry, but he knew no matter how hard he tried, Harry would never love him back.

So this is kinda stupid and short but I really wanted to update so here you gooooo. :D

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