struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 7: New Friend

Not edited. I wrote this on my iPhone. Some of you want Chelsea and Louis to get romantic, some of you don't. So why don't I try 'Friendly-Romantic'? :) Idk. I'm back from a trip, I'm tired and I'm also mad because of the hate on WattPad. It's hard when people steal your stories and then claim it's theirs and say that you are the one who stole it. No, fuck you really.

Sorry if it's boring. But I wanted to update to make my readers happy:)

Chapter 7: New Friend

"Not my shoes!" Louis stepped back.

I let it out, but I didn't feel any better. My stomach was full of acid, things rushed up to my throat but I held it in by swallowing it. Throwing up in public was an embarrassment. It was humiliating and only these kind of things could happen to me.

Louis stepped away and looked at the people who were looking at me in disgust, Louis also felt disgusted by me. I could tell by the way he wrinkled his nose.

"I'm sorry." My voice hoarse, I wiped my mouth with the top of my hand.

Louis stepped closer to me, and took my face on his hands to observe my face. He frowned, not finding what was he looking for. He let my face go, I dropped it.

I was looking down at his shoes, my hands automatically tugging his shirt.

"Do you have a mint?" I asked in a small voice. I had a bad taste in my tongue.

"What did you have for breakfast?" He ignored my question and asked.

I looked at him shyly, noticing my reflection on his shades.

"I haven't eaten anything, maybe that's why I threw up." The vomit on the ground was getting disturbing, so we moved and sat on the bench next to the bus stop sign.

"Want to get something to eat?" He asked, rubbing my back in circles as I gripped my knees to control the urges to throw up again. I looked at my knees and shook my head.

"I don't eat that much anymore." He suddenly stopped rubbing and I looked at him.

"So you're saying you aren't eating?" Louis asked in disbelief, taking off his snapback to ran his fingers through his hair, and put it back on.

"Just one meal for each day, what's the problem? If I die no one will care."

"You sure about that?"

"Call me an attention whore, I know you want to." I scratched my head.

"It's not good to starve yourself."

"Oh since when you cared?" I asked with fake enthusiasm.

Louis rolled his eyes, sitting up and held my hand.

"We're going home, I can't let your stupidity eat you alive."

"Leave me alone, man."

"Want me to take you to the hospital first? ...So we can know what you have."

"I told you to leave me alone... man." I gritted my teeth.

"I have left over pizzas at home. Let's go home." He pulled me up, ignoring my complaining.

"What do you mean by home?"

"To my home, to my house, to where I live" He said dumbfounded. "Let's go to the hospital, you seem ill."

"No, let's not." I slapped his hand away.

Louis inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to stay patient. I smirked.

"You're impossible, Moore. Would you at least come and stay at my house until you feel better? Or would you rather stay at your flat feeling worse?"