Mosaic

Harry Styles, Chapter 2

Harry Styles, Chapter 2

     I walked down the carpeted stairs and into the kitchen, I started to cook some breakfast for Lou and me. I cracked the eggs and put them into the skillet, I then added pepper and a little bit of salt. I cooked some baked beans and some sausages, then I put some toast into the toaster. I got out two plates and sat them beside the stove, I put the toasted bread slices onto each plate and cut them in half to make a triangle. I put some beans on each plate and then the eggs, I waited a while longer to put the sausages onto the plates. I warmed some tea up for Lou and me, then I poured it into some mugs. I heard Louis' footsteps, I put the cooked sausage onto the plates and I sat them onto the table.

     When Louis enter the kitchen I greeted him with a simple good morning and I smiled at him. He gave me a soft smile back and said, "Morning Harold." I rolled my eyes and said, "Eat up, we have to leave in about six minutes." He nodded his head, I sat at the table and began to eat my food. I looked at Louis and noticed he wasn't eating his food, he was just playing with it; come to notice it, he always plays with his food. "Why aren't you eating, Lou?" I asked him. I saw his shoulders tense, he looked up from his plate, "What do you mean?" he asked. "You're playing with your food," I said. He shrugged his shoulders and laughed, "I'm eating, Haz. Don't worry." I simply nodded, brushing it off. "What are you doing in drama now?" I said changing the subject. He seemed to like the idea of the topic changing because he smiled when I asked and replied, "We have to act out an animal on stage next week." "What animal are you?" I ask. "The biggest animal ever, an elephant. Aubrey said we had to be the animal." "Then shouldn't you be gaining a lot of weight?" I said in a joking manner. He laughed at my joke and said, "Yes, Harry, that is what she meant." I smiled at him, he lights up my world, he makes my day better.

     "C'mon Harry, I don't want to be late," Louis said, pushing me off of him. We were in the middle of a very heated make-out session, I smirked at the hickey on his neck. Louis looked in the mirror and mumbled a 'Really, Harry, Really?', but I could only smile a very cheesy grin. We fixed our clothes and then we walked to our colleges, "Bye, Louis." He smiled, "Have a great day, Harry." He said then hugged me. I stood there until he went into the building then started to walk to my class. 

     I said a 'good morning' to Mrs. Parker and sat at my desk, I got out my pencil and my binder along with my books from my bag. I started to doodle Louis' name onto my paper, I smiled at the thought of Louis. Louis is actually the only one who keeps me from killing myself, though he doesn't know that yet. He makes me feel something when in reality I feel like nothing, he's the sun in my eyes, he's so radiant. I felt someone thump my head, I turned around in my seat to see Evan. I shut my eyes for a minute and then just turned in my seat, he just never stops, does he? He walked away to go join his friends, but not before pushing me out of my desk and into the floor, leaving a note on my desk. I shook my head at him and stood up, I brushed myself off and sat back down. I opened the note that was folded neatly, I read the words that were on the lined paper. Tears pricked my eyes as I read the note, I shook my head and threw it into the trashcan. What was on the note? You may ask, well it was nothing but the truth. You know what they say, the truth hurts. They wrote that I was a faggot, they wrote that I was ugly and worthless, they wrote what they knew; they wrote the truth too. I do believe them, I do think that the statements are true. Why? Because you can't argue with something that you've always been told, you can't argue with the truth, you can't change a fact. Every single thing they say is true and it hurts to know it too, it hurts to know the cold-hearted truth.

     Soon the class filled up with everyone and I smiled at Zayn which entered a wee bit late, he apologized to Mrs. Parker and sat beside me. Zayn was almost always late to class because he had always hit snooze on his alarm clock, or he had just overslept. Zayn was my best friend out of the lads, besides Louis of course, but Zayn knows everything about me while the others don't. Zayn is always there for me when I need something, he knows about my addiction, he knows that I get bullied, he knows that I can barely handle this for much longer; he knows me almost as much as I know myself. "Now that all of us are here," Mrs. Parker began, "I would like us to read a novel, any novel that you would like, and do a report over it." I started to think about all the books I could report on until I thought of my favorite, 'The Outsiders' by S.E. Hinton. "Any questions?" She asked. "Does the book need to be a certain length?" asked a tall boy named Adam. She shook her head, "Any more questions?" Nobody said a word, "You may begin once you receive this paper." The girl in front of me named Jade passed the papers back, I thanked her and I wrote my name on the sheet.