Mess

01.

Louis Tomlinson thought of himself as a mess.

A complete mess that nobody understood.

He was shocked he even had his four best friends and the most wonderful boyfriend anyone could ever ask for. He didn't deserve it, and especially not someone like him.

Louis never told the boys about it, but he always felt like he didn't belong. It was a sad feeling, thinking about how different he was compared to them. He didn't have the looks, and his voice was absolutely terrible. Well, he thought it was.

He didn't even know what Harry, his boyfriend, saw in him. Sometimes he wished he was a mind reader so he could find out. It was hard to believe someone like Harry had feelings for him. He was so beautiful, also the loveliest and sweetest boy Louis had ever met.

As he stared at Harry from where he sat on the other end of the sofa next to Liam, he realised how lucky he was to even call him his.

"Harry, is it true you're going solo?" the interviewer asked, smirking. She was sitting on the other sofa in front of them, always ready to write down the answers they gave in her little notebook. Louis was already annoyed after 2 minutes with her stupid questions.

He also had the sudden urge to punch her.

"No, of course not," Harry assured, frowning. "I love my boys, and I will always be with them. Maybe in the future, who knows? For now, never."

The other boys nodded with big smiles on their faces, bumping each other with their shoulders. Louis was just staring at Harry the whole time, his heart beating faster when his boyfriend began laughing at something Niall said afterwards.

He was the only one just sitting there, not laughing nor smiling. Liam noticed though. He looked at him with raised eyebrows, mouthing the words "are you alright?" to him. As always Louis nodded with a fake smile, not wanting to worry his best friend because of his stupid thoughts.

"Louis Tomlinson? You haven't said so much. What do you think about the new single?"

She was still glancing at Harry whilst writing down the question in the notebook, only looking at Louis for a second before ignoring him like he wasn't important. Louis knew he wasn't special in the group, but it still hurt when people did that.

"It's good. I love it," he answered not-so-enthuastically, not bothering to look up again.