Save me with Flowers ~ A Larry Stylinson short story

Chapter 1 ~ My life

~Louis' POV~

My life is horrible.

You might think I'm exaggerating, but believe me, I'm not.

The first thing you should know about me is that I'm gay. I've accepted that a long time ago. I'm just not interested in girls, but people don't seem to understand that.

Then, the first thing bad about my life is that my parents abandoned me. The reason, I came out. Their reactions wasn't good. Disgust and anger was written on their faces. They threw hurtful words at me, but the sentence that hurt the most was something my mother said.

"No son of ours is a faggot."

Those words are stuck in my brain now. I can't forget them, no matter how hard I try. She was suppose to be my mother. Just like my dad. He packed my bags and threw me out, saying he never wanted to see me again. I didn't even get time to say goodbye to my sisters.

My sisters...

I wonder how they are. I've never seen them since I got thrown out and that was when I was fifteen. I'm eighteen now.

I was lucky my dad didn't lock the doors at night and that I knew where they kept their money. I stole about 3000 pounds that night. It was enough for me to survive and even get a small flat. A really small flat with only one room and a bathroom of course. The plus side is that I managed to get it in another town, for away from my parents. I also have a job to pay for the rent and food. Well... had a job. I got fired. But, I'm already looking for a new one.

I still go to school too. That's where I'm heading now. I'm walking over the parking lot to the entrance of the school building. Not that I have a car, because I can't afford it.

I dread school. Everyone knows me here. The only open gay guy here and they don't like that. Well, that or the way I dress. I only have old clothes which are ripped or have holes in them. And they're always dirty too. Or maybe, the people just don't like me in general. I never say anything and try to be invisible. Of course that doesn't work. The school bullies Always seem to find me, how small and silent I make myself.

"Hey faggot!" I hear Zayn yell from afar when I enter school.

Meet Zayn Malik. Most popular guy in this school. Probably because everyone fears him. You get bullied if you're not on his side. He's captain of the soccer team. That makes him even more popular than he already is, plus he's dating Perrie Edwards, head of the cheerleaders. Zayn is rich and has a lot of friends. His best friend and fellow-bully is Liam Payne. He might look innocent at first sight, but don't let looks betray you. Zayn has some great abs too and if he wasn't so mean to me, I even would consider dating him. All the girls are flirting with him. Even the nerds.

He never did something as physically abuse me though... At least, not yet.

I don't look up, knowing that Zayn will just embarrass me with some hurtful words again, but this time I was wrong. I feel him standing behind me and didn't really expect the hand he lays on my shoulder forcefully. He turns me around and pushes me against the lockers. A groan escapes my mouth when my back crashes into the metal.

"I'm sick of this." Zayn sneers and replaces his hand from my shoulder to my neck, squeezing it. What is he doing? He never hurts me like this. "I'm sick of you. Don't you get the message? No one here wants you. No one will ever want you. I bet even your own parents don't even want you." He doesn't know how right he is with his last sentence.

"No son of ours is a faggot"

My mother's voice sounds in my head. I feel the tears start to form in my eyes and soon enough they are spilling over.