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My name is Louis Tomlinson.
I have done things I regret. Things I wish I had never done.

Oh I should probably start from the beginning.

Like I said, my name is Louis Tomlinson.

Basically everyone at my school loves me.

Tons of friends. The perfect life. But those friends only want I be my friend is because I'm rich.

Well to be technical I have 1 real friend. His name is Zayn Malik.

To be honest, the only reason we're friends is when he first moved here, he moved into the house right next to me.

No one but Zayn knows I self harm. Because there is a lot to me that most people don't know.

And Zayn is the only one I trust.

I live with a very rich foster family. My foster Mother, Jay, treats me like her real son.
Lottie, one of my foster sisters, pretends I don't exist.
Daisy and Phoebe(also foster children) are twins. They were adopted when they were really young, so they don't know they're adopted. But they love me. They always ask me to play with them. And I always say yes.

And then there's Fizzy. Fizzy is my favorite foster sister. She pretends I'm not adopted. She even likes to say we look alike.

Fizzy and I are the closest. We're like real siblings.

Then there's my foster father. I don't even use his name. He hates me. He never talks to me. He's always in his office, or getting drunk. (witch he does quite often)

But when he's drunk for some reason I'm almost always the only one in the house.

So he beats me. Even if I've done nothing wrong.

This goes back on the topic of Zayn.
Zayn was there when it happened. He saw every minute of it.
I tried to protect him from my crazy bat shit foster dad.
And he did the same for me.
He's like my brother.

I can only trust him.

And then there's my tattoos. I honestly don't have that many. But I love my tattoos. People give me weird looks, and say shitty things but I don't care. My tattoos tell my story.

Now my appearance. Despite how dangerous I sound I would never hurt a fly, let alone a human being.
People get one look at me, and they think I'm crazy or would kill anyone who gets in my way, but I don't. People run away form me. But in school everyone who's anyone is my friend. They think I'm cool and badass. When really I just want to be normal. And have friends who care about me and not my popularity or money.

And then there's the girls. They all want to sleep with me, date me, and all that shit. And yea I've fucked about every hot bitch in the school, but they just want a fuck. Not love. And they want my money. They always want something. It pisses me off.

If it wasn't obvious I don't trust a lot of people. People bring feelings. Feelings equal pain.

Few have my trust. And I only trust a few.

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