secrets

chapter 1

"Louis, honey? Are you up? Breakfast is ready!" I hear my mother call from down stairs.

I squint and blink my eyes a few times to adjust to the bright light seeping through my bedroom window. I lean over to my bed side table grabbing my phone. 7;31; I drop it back down on the table and let out a frustrated grunt turning over and closing my eyes. Another day of hell I think to myself.

Oh right, breakfast. Well, that's definitely one way to get me out of bed. I grab my glasses from the table and make my way into the kitchen, pancakes filling my senses, "smells good" i smile sitting down next to my younger sister Lottie.

"Morning Lou" she says leaning over the table grabbing the syrup. "Morning shithead" i say back as i shove a a forkful of pancakes into my mouth. I turn my head to a glaring Lottie. I smirk, "love ya Lot" i say as i ruffle her hair, she pulls away and slaps my hand. Chuckling, i look up at the clock on the wall to see its 7:54am, my smile fades, i let out a sigh and stand up heading for the bathroom.

i strip off my my clothes turning on the hot water and mixing it with cold until its good enough for my liking, i jump in letting the hot water fall freely down my back, i grab the soap washing my body. No need to rush, it's not like i want to be at school anyway, just another day of getting pushed into lockers and kicked around by Harry.

Harry.

Chills run down my spine just thinking about him. What have i done so bad to make Harry hate me? Nothing i can think of, I haven't taken any of his friends, it's not like i have any of those anyway, Harry made sure of that. I haven't taken any of his girlfriends, girls aren't my type anyways, maybe that's what Harry doesn't like me, probably thinks im a gay nerd, god knows that's what everyone else thinks. I've thought about confronting him many times but i'd rather not having the extra beatings, I just do-

"Louis! Hurry up! you have to be at school in 15 minutes!" i hear my mum call. I sigh, being in my thoughts for way to long.

Stepping out the shower wrapping a towel around my waist I make my way back to my bedroom throwing on a pair of black skinny jeans, rolling up the cuffs at the bottom, a purple knit sweater and my favourite pair of converse. I push my glasses to the bridge of my nose, flicking my fringe to the side, taking in my appearance i still don't know why i'm Harrys constant target. i don't look that bad. Or maybe I do. ugh. who am I kidding? of course I look bad.

I grunt throwing my bag over my shoulder and making my way down the stairs and out the front door slamming it behind me. I just hope today is over and done with quickly.