Calling for you (Warewolf)

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Okay, so i was logging on to Wattpad today, and its been like forever since I've been on here! but anyway back to the point! i was on here and i was looking at my notifications and it was so full of votes and reads i almost died. and so i thought to myself i need to fucking update! like come on me. your being a little butthole. so I'm updating for you guys today!!!!! Also I just realized that my chapters are so short.. Like damn, I'm sorry! So hopefully this chapter will be longer. And I'm like holy shit, i have 15K reads! like i can't describe how much i love you guys!!!!!

Louis pov

"Where the fuck you been fag!?"  My dad yells.

"O-ouut" I said shakily.

"You weren't given permission to leave the house in the first place!" He's walking towards me, hands balled in fists at his side. I started taking steps backwards. Only for him to start taking steps towards me. Hitting the wall behind me, I start to regret not making a run for my room.

"I'm sor" I try to say, only to be cut off by a fist ramming into my cheek. Crying in pain, I slowly slide down the wall until my butt hits the cold floor. My father crouches down to me and grabs my neck and yanks me toward his face. I could smell the alcohol in his breath as he yells and calls me names. Faggot, whore, slut, disgrace, gay, it goes straight to my head. All the names floating in my head. Blow after blow, I start to feel numb. Not feeling anything anymore. My eyes began to shut, slowly fading into darkness.

I open my eyes only to be met by darkness. I look around doing a full 360 turn. Nothing. I see nothing.

"Goddamnit Louis! your such an idiot. You can't do anything right can you?" I hear a voice tell me.

"Who are you?" I ask the anonymous person talking to me.

"Im you." He responded.

"No your not, I'm me." I argue. This person can't possibly be me. There is only one me. and thats me! I start to walk around, trying to find something, anything to grab ahold of. Not seeing anything, i run into something. I try to makeup what it is by running my hands over the object.

"You know, its rude to touch someone without permission." He whispers right in my ear. Jumping back the lights turn on, adjusting to the brightness I take in the environment. White. White walls all around me, I try to find a door i could escape from but there was none.

"What are you looking for?" he asks. I turn towards him and took in his appearance. He was right.. It was me. Okay, i thought, This was really creepy.

"The door.." I whisper.

"Oh poor Louis, there is no door." other me says chuckling.

"Where am I then?" I ask the other me.

"You are in your head." He tells me, walking around. "You see, Im you. Only in your head. Im your thoughts."

"Oh" I reply.

"You didn't answer my question earlier." He states.

"What question?" I ask confused.

"I said why can't you do anything right? All you do is fuck up. Your parents hate you! Why are you even breathing?" He tells me in anger.

I start to realize that i am right. My family does hate me. I fuck everything up. All the sudden a rush of emotions roll through me. All the words my dad called me, and all the students at my old school. Tears start to roll down my cheeks. Why am I still alive?

I jolt awake, groaning in pain from sleeping on the floor, and the bruises my dad had left on my body. Rubbing my forehead, I pull my hand back only to see blood. Not surprised one bit, I make my way to my bedroom and to my add on bathroom, and begin to clean myself up. Not checking the time I woke up at, I went to bed. For what felt like 10 minutes, my phone goes off. Great. Fucking great. I think to myself as I get up and turn off my alarm for school. Not caring about my appearance, I put on a pair of sweats and a beanie and went downstairs to get an apple before I took off for school. Waking into the school as expected all eyes turn towards me thinking they are only looking at me because Im the new kid. Wrong. I hear people talking about my face and body. Then I remember not looking at myself in the mirror this morning. Big mistake on my part. I make my way to the closest bathroom and look at myself. I. Look. Terrifying. Bruises everywhere, my lip is busted and when I walk I have a limp. Fuck, is all I can think right now. Niall and Liam will ask questions. What will Harry think? Wait. Im mad at Harry, I can't talk to him. I need an explanation of all this.. Think Louis think! My thoughts get cut off as the bathroom door opens. I whirl around only to see a student I don't know. I sigh in relief. I attempt to make myself look a little better but I fail. Giving up I grab my things and exit the bathroom, and head to my locker. Im trying to put in my combo, but its not working. Im starting to get frustrated. I finally open it right as soon as the bell rings. Rushing to grab my belongings for my class I drop everything. This day is going to be terrible, I just know it. The second bell rings as I'm picking up the rest of my school supplies and I rush to class. Opening the classroom door all heads turn to me as expected.

"ehhemm" Mr. Bookey grunts to me. "Why are you late Lewis?" He asks. And again saying my name incorrectly.

Gritting my teeth I answer "Sorry sir I had some trouble getting to the classroom. And by the way, My name isn't Lewis. its Louis. L O U I S. Its not that hard to pronounce." The class makes and ooo sound and I realize how sassy that remark was.. Oh well he deserves it.

"Well Louis, get to your seat before I give you a detention for being snarky." Bookey weakly replies. I chuckle being amused that he couldn't find a good enough comeback. Well you see, Im known for being sassy. Whenever someone is annoying me, oh lord will they regret talking. but anyway, I make my way to my seat at the back if the room who is right next to that guy. What's his name? Oh right! Its Zayn. Remembering what happened with him and Harry yesterday I make the decision of ignoring his presence.

"Pssst" I hear from Zayn.

"Pssstttttt"

"Hey! Louis!"

"Can you hear me!?"

Getting annoyed i turn to look at him. "WHAT!?"

"Oh.. well i was just wondering what the hell happened to your face." he asked.

"Nothing. Its non of your business." I reply rather bluntly. I start working again only to feel a pair of eyes on me. I know who's they belonged to but I didn't want to look and make eye contact. So I try my hardest to keep my eyes on my paper throughout the entire class. The bell rings signaling that class is over and to head to your next class, I rush out of the room and to my locker. And by rush, I mean limping. Im in so much pain and its hard to mask it. And honestly I'm having some trouble. I start to feel paranoid and begin to panic. People are looking at me and talking about me. I was paying to much attention about what other people were thinking about me, I wasn't paying any attention as to where I was walking. I run right into a broad chest, and fall to the floor. Only to be caught by the last second. Relief flooded through me as I get back on to two feet. I look up to apologize but stop myself before I could speak. It was Liam.

"Oh hey lad, sorry I bumped into ya, probably should pay more attention to where I'm going! Ha anyways, how ya been? Missed you at lunch yesterday, hope your feeling better. Harry said you felt under the weather so he took you to his place."

"Oh.. hey Liam. Im doing fine, and yeah Harry took my to his house and I rested up. But I'm doing much better now!" I try to say as cheerful as I could. And to my pleasure he believed me.

"Ahh well thats good. I have to get to class but I'll see ya'round okay?" He says.

"Yeah uhh totally Bye!" I say and walk to my next class. Great, I think to myself. I have no idea where my next class was. After first period yesterday I left, so I have no clue where my upcoming classes are.

"Do you need any help?" A voice says behind me, I turn around to see an alpha.

"Uhh" I was about to say no, but by the time I would make it to my class by myself it would be the end of school. "Yes, I do actually." I reply.

"Okay, what class are you in? Oh and by the way my name is James." I take in his appearance and he is H O T hot! Lol. i hand him my schedule and he leads me to my next class. Anatomy.

"Well this is you class, the teachers name is mrs. Davis. She is so fun, I had her as a teacher last year and it was my favorite class." He tells me, and i actually believed him. I walk into the class and went to talk to Mrs. Davis. She understood the reason why I was late and told me to sit down at the only seat that was open. I nodded my head and looked around the room to find the open seat she was talking about. When I spot it I immediately frown when I see who I sit next to. Harry.

Hey guys! well i hope you enjoyed this chapter! I tried to make it long for you guys. anyway i love you guys and thank you so much for the 15k reads!!!!! like Oh my GOD! ! Much love and I'll be updating soon!