Opposites Attract. ~Larry Stylinson~

Chapter 2

A/N

**WARNING** From now on, this fanfic will be containing serious matters that some readers may be sensitive or unwilling to read about. Examples: Self harm, abuse, drug use, etc.

IF ANY READER IS NOT COMFORTABLE READING ON SUCH TOPICS, THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Chapter 2

Louis' POV.

When our first period ended, I immediately shot up out of my seat and made my way towards Zayn, bumping my hip a few times as I weaved between desks to catch up. 

"Zayn!" I called out to him as he picked up his pace, totally ignoring me.

All of the sudden he stopped, turning around. 

"If you want to talk, let's take it somewhere else." He spoke in a low voice. It sounded tired and fed up, raspy and worn out.

I began to walk towards Zayn, hands in my pockets. 

"Zayn..." I heard an innocent, small voice call behind me but slowly fade, causing me to look over my shoulder. It was that kid that Zayn keeps spending every waking second with. I let out a sigh, stopping in my tracks, now facing the kid. I could never see his face because of those huge glasses, therefore, I barely had any idea of what he looked like. He basically presented himself as your stereotypical nerd. I didn't even know his name.

He froze once he saw me looking at him and I put on a confused expression. I never bothered the kid but he always seemed to lose all of his ability of motion or speech whenever I'm around. He just stands there.. like he's afraid. But then again, I am portrayed as the bully and/or badass of the school... even though I've only ever layed my hands on someone in a violent way was a few months ago.

"Hey, Harry!" Zayn's eyes lit up, smiling brightly at the kid who now I shall adress as Harry since I'm guessing that's his name after Zayn called him that. 

Why was Zayn so much happier about talking to Harry..? I never did any damn thing to him to make him behave so cruely towards me, yet he still treats me like shit. I mean, it was just a dumb mistake.

As if I hadn't called out to Zayn at all, he began walking towards me, then past me, retrieving his place by Harry's side. They went the other way towards their own lockers, leaving me alone in the empty hallway.                      

Pushing aside my thoughts about Zayn, I hummed softly, only for myself to hear, wincing at the thought of having to go home today. Maybe I could ask a friend if I could stay with  them. So many ways of not going back to that awful place yet I can barely think of two decent ones.

"Fuck it." I muttered as I gripped onto a small box of cigarettes with my fingertips, raising it out of my pocket and holding it in my hand. Next, after letting my gaze run over the different fonts and designs on the packet, I opened the box and retrieved one cigarette. My free hand immediately shot into my pocket, digging for my lighter. Dropping the little box back into my pocket, I carefully lifted the cigarette to my mouth, holding it between my lips and lighting it, quickly inhaling. 

I began to walk towards the gym, avoiding most people by just looking down, exhaling the smoke. I caught a glance of the disgusted faces students were making when they smelled the fumes of the drug. 

Just barely getting past a teacher who was patroling the halls, I entered the empty, dark sided gym. I brought my fingers to my lips, taking the cigarette between my index and middle finger. As I rushed to the other side of the large room, I stumbled a bit, feeling suddenly exhausted. Reaching the back door, I ran outside, sprinting until I was off campus, dropping my cigarette as I ran. 

***

Finally, my house came in sight. I saw that the car wasn't there, meaning my dad was out somewhere. I used common sense and figured my mum was downstairs somewhere, making my way towards the brick wall that had my window on it. 

Once I reached the wall, I lifted my hand and rested it on the cold, rough brick. I looked up for a second, then reached my other hand and began to slide out a loose brick slightly, gripping onto the wall with both of my hands. I slowly raised my foot, placing it on the one small revealed part of the loose brick. The rest of the bricks along the way were pulled out already from yesterday and many days before. I quickly climbed up the wall, reaching my open window and lifting my leg, putting it inside, bringing the rest of my body inside. 

I rushed to my door, making sure it was locked, and pulled off my shirt, throwing it aside. Letting out a long, tired sigh, I went for my closet, digging through the crap and gripping a bottle of beer. Nothing much, I know.. but all that I know is I don't know, how to fix myself in any other way. I needed to compose myself somehow. 

I took a few gulps of the beer, almost finishing it as I looked out the window. The street was empty. Quiet. Just as my house.. except for my mum being downstairs doing god knows what. I began to feel a pounding in my head and a pain in my stomach, letting out a quiet groan and laying back in my bed. 

***

When I woke up, it was still bright out but I heard some footsteps outside on the street and sidewalk. Grabbing an army green shirt, I pulled it over my head and stretched. Lazily dragging myself to the window, I poked my head out and saw a sleek, black car approach. It neared my house slowly, and I could slightly make out the face, recognizing their car. It was Zayn in the drivers seat and his friend, Harry, in the passenger seat. I brought my head back inside slightly, still watching him drive slowly. He began to point at my house, glancing at Harry every second or so, and his lips were moving, indicating he was probably speaking about me. Harry seemed to barely care for what Zayn was saying as his eyes scanned the house. 

His gaze finally reached my window and we immediately made eye contact, my heartbeat increasing. I didn't know as to why I reacted like this, for I quickly brought my head back inside, taking a deep breath. I listened for the car to move on, hearing Zayn begin driving once again. 

I bit down on my lip and thought about Harry for the rest of the evening and I have no idea why. I barely know what he looks like, sounds like, acts like.. I barely know him at all. Yet something just keeps making me more and more set on meeting him and talking to him. I tried distracting myself by looking around my room, scanning over every item in it, my gaze traveling over every inch. 

That's when I got the brilliant idea of inviting Harry over alongside Zayn for the small party on Friday, plotting the details of it in my head. 

You're a genuis Lou.

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A/N

Sorry about yet another short chapter. I promise from now on I will try to make each chapter at least 5-7 pages long. Please bear with me, I'll have the next chapter up very soon! 

Hope you enjoyed. x