Bad Influence

26

Louis's P.O.V:

School was become a living hell for me. I was kicked out from the football team because I had to go a year over, Hannah dumped me and I was now the least popular boy in school. "Come on Lou." Stan said. "Yeah, I know. Late for class." I said as we walked through the hallway. Stan was my new best friend. Not only was he the only one who wanted to be seen with me, but he was also the only one who helped me. "You know who also is late for class?" Stan said and looked behind him. "Yeah, but he won't find us. He's not at school." I said and started to walk quicker. "You sure?" Stan asked. I was about to answer when I heard footsteps behind me. "Going somewhere Tommo?" A voice said. I turned to meet a pair of blue eyes. "T-to class, Chad." I said looking down at the floor. "Interesting." A second voice said. "W-why is that Chester?" I asked not daring to look up. "So are we." A third voice said. This time I looked up into some brown eyes. "R-r-really?" I asked. Brad smiled. "Of course not, you nitwit." Brad said and took a step closer. I stepped back. Brad had not been himself since Angel left. He got distant from me during the summer, then he totally ignored me when school started. And then he turned into this. I alway knew Chad and Chester would turn on me and become bullies. But Brad? Never. He was always above that. But not to me, anymore. I sighed. "I-I don't want any trouble." I said as I kept backing up. "Really?" Brad said, still getting closer. I nodded. Brad looked at Chad and Chester before he smiled again. "Too bad, ey Tommo." He said as my back hit the lockers. "P-please." I said. I could feel fear coming over me, I knew what was coming next. I closed my eyes and waited.

I felt a sharp pain right under my right eye. "Brad." Stan said. "Stay out of this Lucas." Chad said. I opened my eyes just in time to see Brad throw another punch, this time at my nose. It started to bleed instantly. "Brad." I said and met his gaze. His eyes were emotionless. Not that I could read his feeling before, it was just worse now. This was not the Brad I knew, this was not my best friend. "Want to say something Tomlinson? Go ahead." Brad said. I quickly shook my head. "I'm serious. Please do tell." Brad said. I met his gaze before I looked down. "What happened to you. What the fuck did I do to make you hate me so much? Or maybe it's just in the Steven genes." I mumbled just low enough for Brad to hear it. Saying that was a mistake. I saw Brad's fist coming towards my jaw. "I dare you to say that again." Brad said. I could't talk. The pain in my face was too much. Brad smiled. "That's for talking shit." Brad said before he hit me in the stomach. "B-Brad." I begged. He ignored me. I closed my eyes again. All I wanted for this to be over. I felt Brad hit me in the stomach again. I fell down on my knees. I bit my lip not to scream in pain. "P-please." I begged. He ignored me again. His fist hit my closed eye. "Don't you think Louis gotten enough pain?" Stan asked. I could hear something hitting the locker. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry Chad." Stan said. "Come on, I can hear a teacher." Chester said. I opened one of my eyes. Only to close them as quickly again as I felt a fist collide with my jaw again. This time it was Chad and not Brad. "We'll see you around Tomlinson." Chester said before I heard footsteps disappear.

"Lou?" Stan asked. "Yeah?" I said. I was still on my knew against the lockers. "Can you walk?" He asked. I nodded. "I think so." I said. I tried to get up but a sharp pain in my ribs got me back down. This time I screamed out in pain. Partly because of the pain in my ribs, but also for the pain everywhere else. "We have to get you to the nurse." Stan said. I shook my head. "No. Get me home." I said. "Louis." Stan begun. "Don't. Please." I begged. Stan sighed. I tried to open my eyes. "You can only open one eye Louis. Let me at least get you to a hospital." Stan said. I looked at him through my left eye. "No, my mum works there. I can't handle her questions." I said. "It's either the school nurse, or the hospital. You choose." Stan said and helped me up. "Fine, we'll go to the nurse." I said, finally giving in. I knew Stan would't give up that easily this time. It had not been this worse before.

I had gotten more shy over the last few months, moe quiet. Mainly because Brad or Chad would beat me up for saying shit, or being sassy. I also lied to my mum. I told her that I tripped or something when she asked. "So what happened Louis?" The school nurse asked. "I-I just tripped. Down the stairs." I lied. "Really? Because it does not look like it. Maybe we should call your mum." The nurse said. "N-no. P-please. It'll just make it worse." I said and looked down at my feet. "Louis, tell me what is going on?" She asked. I shook my head. "I can't." I told her. "Very well. Stan, please enlighten me." She said and turned to Stan. I looked up at him. "I'm sorry mate." Stan said. "Stan." I said, my voice was cracking. "You've got a broken jaw, you have a black eye, your nose is bleeding and you're hurting. Let me help." Stan said. I shook my head. "What is going on?" The nurse asked. "I-it's not a big deal." I said. "Stanly?" The nurse said. "Look, all I can say is. Lou did not fall down the stairs." Stan said. "But who would do that?" She asked. "W-we can't t-tell y-you." I stuttered. "Stan?" The nurse asked. "He's right. We can't tell you. He'd get more beaten up." Stan said. "Why are they only beating him up? And why?" The nurse asked. "I wish I knew that." Stan said as he helped me up. "Thank you for the ice, the paper for his nose and your time." Stan said as he put my arm around his shoulder. "We'll be back." Stan said as we walked out. "I hope not." The nurse said after us.

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Here you go, a new part. Also I'm sorry for that part that got published and did not make any sense. I have deleted it.

This part is really important for the story. As you can see, Brad is not nice anymore.

Also, I'm going to get serious for a moment, which I rarely am, so yeah.

If you are bullied, or beaten up, or depressed or dealing with stuff. Ask for help. Don't do like I just made Louis do. Tell an adult, a friend or someone you trust. Get it out. I know you think it might get worse, or they don't care. But they do. It'll help. Take it from me. I'm dealing with some stuff (not going to go in too deep). I waited three years before my friends persuaded me to get help. And I'm so thankful for that. I know some of you may not want help, or think you don't need it. But if you do, please get help. I know, you might not want it, but trust me, you do. You can't get better without getting help, and you should not get worse! Remember that you are not alone. Someone cares about you, and your health. So tell a person you trust and try to get help. No matter what it is. And if you feel like nobody cares, send me a message here. And I'll try to help. Alright lovelies?

I'm sorry for being a bit serious there, but somebody has to right? And it's important, even 1D made a campaign about it. So yeah.

I hope you enjoyed this part, because I enjoy writing these parts for you ;)

Later lovlies <3