Chapter One

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Louis POV

RING RING RING

My alarm goes off. I reach over for my phone on my dresser and turn off the alarm. I lazily throw of my comforter and attempted to hop out of bed. Once I get on me feet I walk over to my bathroom to shower.

First, let me introduce myself. Hi I'm Louis Tomlinson, I'm 17 years old. I live here in London with my mum and my sisters. I'm the only boy in the house so I'm very protective of them. I go to London High School and today is my first day of senior year. And that's pretty much it.

I wash my hair and body and rinse off the soap and shampoo and step out of the shower. I grab a towel and quickly dry my hair then wrap it around my waist. I look at my self in the mirror above the sink. I look at the tattoos running up my arms and across my chest. I run my fingers over my eyebrow piercing and along my snake bites. I look back at my phone and see its 7:45. I have to be at school in 15 minutes. I brush my teeth and grab black jeans and a black shirt from my closet and throw them on. I slip into my black vans, grab my phone, keys and cigarettes and walk down the stairs.

"I'll see you later mum." I said and kissed her cheek and walked out the door.

I jumped into my car and took the 5 minute drive to school an lit on of my cigarettes while I drove. I know that its bad for me but it helps me clear my head and reduces my stress. I pulled into the place a dreaded the most. I parked my black pickup truck and started to walk to the front entrance.

"Yo! Tomlinson over here!"  I hear someone call me and I turn to see my friends,Zayn and Niall, leaning on the brick wall near the front entrance. I walk over to them and greet them with a hug and pat their backs.

"Where the fuck you've been this summer?" Niall asks.

"Yeah you were like M.I.A all summer what up?" Zayn chimes in.

"My mum decided that it would be a good idea to visit our family in the states for the summer." I groaned.

"Did you fuck any chicks this summer?" Zayn asked.

"No, my mum made me stay with my family ALL summer." I groaned again.

"Duuude, you missed out on the craziest summer!" Niall said. And they started to tell me stories about what happened over the summer. I started listening but then I saw everyone crowding the main entrance. I heard some people shouting different things.

I decided to leave the boys and see what all the commotion was about. I heard the boys calling me but I just kept walking toward the crowd. I stood toward the back of the crowd and searched to see who or what everyone was looking at. I saw the 3 people that I hated the most. Harry Styles -quarterback of the football team the most popular guy in school -, his girlfriend Daniela Rose - most popular girl in school and head cheerleader -, and Harry's best friend Liam Payne - another player on the football team and another popular guy.

The reason I hate them so much is mostly because of Harry. Me and Harry were the best of friends since we were 3 but everything changed the first day of freshman year.

Flashback ( September 2nd 2010)

"Louis! Wake up it's the first day of high school!" I heard my mum yell from downstairs.

" Shut the fuck up, Jay! I have a massive hangover and wanna sleep!" My fathers voice boomed from his room. I frown. Most of this summer has just been me and my mum and sisters going to the park and the beach and everywhere else we went this summer. My father would "work" but that usually meant gambling and drinking all day and coming home at unheard of hours. I also missed having my best friend, Harry around. We talked in the beginning of summer and hung out like twice then ask the summer grew on, we drifted apart. I hadn't seen him around town, or anywhere, for that matter. I missed him. Maybe he missed me, I thought.

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