Troubled Child (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1- The normal day of a broken boy

Hi!!!! This is chapter one and I will trade off of Harry and Louis' POV's throughout different chapters. I really hope you enjoy this story!!! <3

Chapter 1:

HARRY'S POV

Today was a day like any other.

I am walking back to my warehouse from snagging a half eaten cinnamon roll from an empty table at a diner. In all honesty it was one of the best things I've eaten.

Oh did I mention it's pouring? No? Well it is. I'm soaked. My thin T shirt and sweats are completely drenched and my curls are sticking to my face. At least it's cleaning off some of the blood though.

I look around and see people with umbrellas and cuddling up to each other under them to stay out of the rain.

Why is their life so great but mine so terrible? Even people in cars will drive by me causing the water from puddles to splash me, soaking me even more. I sigh and step over the rubble from the run down warehouse and sit down in my usual corner.

"Why does my life suck while everyone else has a reason to smile?" I ask myself. I then stand up and walk back out back where people won't see me. I pull my shirt off and look at myself in the puddle.

Disgusting and scarred.

That's what I am. I'm covered in burns and scars from my fathers abuse. No one could love someone like me. I will never have my first kiss or get those butterflies I hear people gossip about when I walk around the town.

I reach up and run my fingers over the word 'Unwanted' that's burned into my back. It causes me to shiver every time I do that. Even with the rain pouring down, that scar always feels hot to the touch. Only to me though because the memory of getting it is still horribly engraved in my mind.

With a defeated sigh, I put my shirt back on and start walking around the town again. My body is visibly shaking from the cold and I see people giving me looks of pity.

Great. Just what I need.... I really hate pity. People don't like me, they pity me. They never talk to me either. I don't know, I guess I just give out this 'stay away' vibe.

Maybe it's my lifeless and dull green eyes? Maybe it's how pale and skinny I am. Or maybe they know who my father is and pity me for being his son.

So many possibilities.

Anyways, I walk around until I reach some sort of company. Oh wow I guess I went to the rich side of town. Tomlinson Inc. sounds fancy. Even I have heard of it.

I think they are a record company or something. I'm not sure. I like coming here sometimes and hiding out, watching all the lucky people who don't even realize how lucky they are to have the life they do. So many beautiful people walking in and out of that place. Always on their phones or talking with other important looking people.

All I can think of is, I wish I was important like that. Or just important in general. I swear it's like I don't exist to anyone.

With a defeated sigh, I continue walking until the rain stops. It's still freezing though. The brisk wind sweeps across my face and I shiver again. It's like a slap in the face with a block of ice. I look up and see that it's getting dark.

Sigh... Guess it's time to head back to the warehouse. Notice how I didn't say home. I've never had a home.

I walk back there slowly, arriving after an hour then I just curl up in my corner, pulling my thin and worn blanket over me as I very very slowly drift off into a nightmare filled sleep.

It's safe to say I didn't sleep much that night.

--- Next Day ---

I wake up to find it sunny again. I don't smile though. I don't think I've ever had a real genuine smile. Just forced ones so people don't ask how I am. I sigh then pull my now dry shirt back on and shake out my curls as I start walking around town.

I end up stopping at some alley. It's my favorite alley because its right behind a bakery. The smells that come from that place is amazing. My mouth waters at the savory smells of it.

I look around and don't notice too many people so I start singing a song I wrote called Don't Let Me Go. I don't have any experience with love, but if I find it I wouldn't want to lose it. That's basically what this song is about. Although I have no experience with love, I know pain. So I picture the pain I would never want to feel and I just put it in the song.

It makes sense right? Oh well. So, I of course start singing softly and praying that no one will be able to hear me.

"Now you were standing there right in front of me.

I hold on its getting harder to breathe.

All of a sudden these lights are blinding me.

I never noticed how bright they would beeee.

I saw in the corner there was a photograph.

No doubt in my mind its a picture of you.

It lies there alone in its bed of broken glass.

This bed was never made for twooo.

I'll keep my eyes wide open.

I'll keep my arms wideee open.

Don't let me!

Don't let me!

Don't let me go!!

Cause I'm tired of feeling alone."

The song continued like that until I got interrupted. I look up and my eyes lock with beautiful cerulean ones.

"You okay mate?" The stranger asks. I can't take my eyes off of him.

He's not very tall but his build makes up for that. He's wearing a very expensive looking suit, his hair is slicked back, cleanly shaved, and he has gorgeous sun kissed skin. His biceps are huge even through the suit. I snap out of my trance then nod slowly.

What am I thinking? He would never want me. He's most likely straight.

I just nod to him but for some reason, his eyes flash with something I didn't quite catch. He doesn't move. Instead, he sits down next to me after a moments hesitation. It was like he was having an eternal battle with himself.

*WOOOO! First chapter done!!! I hope it was good. I'm really excited about this story :) it's a great story line that I made up with the help of BellBell221. Love you guys!!! <3 I'm probably going to do the next chapter in Louis' pov just to let you know! :)*