Damaged Pieces • Larry Stylinson

Chapter 01

• Louis pov •

"Thank y'all for coming tonight, we love you! Goodnight everyone, bye!" Zayn screamed to the audience as we all waved our goodbyes and leaved the stage from tonight's eventful concert.

We all walked towards our dressing rooms when Harry suddenly pulled me towards him and then up against the wall, holding me there with his steady grip on my t-shirt.

"Why are you so worthless?" He whispered in my ear which made me shiver.

"Why can't you just leave the band already?"

"Why did Simon put you through of all the people, you can't even sing"

"You don't deserve to be in One Direction"

I reminded silent as he kept throwing hurtful words at me. I was used to this by now, the words still affected me but I always pretended they didn't, seeing Harry satisfied with himself always made me want to throw up. I kept my gaze at the floor, I just couldn't handle looking up towards his gorgeous eyes that were always full of hate towards me. Yes, his eyes are gorgeous and precious, but that doesn't change the fact that I still hate him. Or... They hadn't always been full of hate, and I hadn't always hated him. Can you believe that we actually were best friends three months ago? We always laughed and kept giving each other hugs and meaningless kisses on the cheeks and foreheads. It felt like nothing could ruin or friendship. Oh boy how I was wrong.

"Look at me while I'm talking to you, you little shit.'' He almost screamed at me, waking me up from my thoughts.

I slowly looked up to see those eyes, full of hate and disgust.

"Worthless pathetic twat" He spat as he then walked away, leaving me there alone to deal with the pain in my heart, breast and head while taking in every little word he'd said.

He was right, I am worthless.

Harry hadn't always been like this towards me, or anyone. After that one week vacation we had at our homes he kept shutting everyone out. I was dying to find out what had happened to him and what had hurt my little poor Hazza. Yes that was my nickname for him, I couldn't use it nowadays though, unfortunately. Every time I had with accident let it slip off of my tongue, he would scream to me that 'I wasn't his Hazza anymore' or that I should just 'fuck off' and then he'd start threatening me that if I ever said it again he would punch me.

Back to the point, where were we? Oh right I talked about how I was dying to find out what had happened to him. Well yeah that was true, but I couldn't get to him without getting a punch or being thrown some mean words over me. He once said that 'I should just die and stay away from his business'. That hurt me so much and since then I've been avoiding him. I didn't want to be his punching bag.

He had been ignoring me as well and I didn't mind. Well that was until two weeks ago when he started being all mean to me again. I don't get it? He wasn't that mean towards anyone else. Sure, he would still say dumb and mean words towards everyone but the words and punching towards me was the worst. I still don't get why.

"You okay there, Louis?" Niall asked, worry overtaking his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine,'' I said and tried to fake a smile, it came out more like a grimace though, ''why?" I asked right after.

"You were zoning out for like ten minutes. What were you thinking about by the way?" He asked unsure if that was the right thing to ask.

"It's nothing, don't worry about it, mate.'' I quickly answered and started walking towards our van. I had a little regret for lying to Niall but I had to. I couldn't let him know the things Harry did to me. That could imply Harry getting kicked out of the band and I couldn't be the reason for that. The fans loved him. I guess I'll just have to hang on, for the fans.

Me and Niall soon arrived to the black big van. It had eight seats included the drivers.

Paul, one of our bodyguards (or you could call him the babysitter. He's like our dad to be honest) was sitting in the drivers seat while Zayn and Liam was sitting at two of the three middle seats.

"I wanna sit in between Zayn and Liam.'' Niall screamed from behind. I hadn't even time to blink before Niall was crawling over Liam.

"Yeah yeah, whatever" I said and pointed my tongue at Niall. They all just laughed and started talking about how amazing the show was.

I joined their conversation when I took the left backseat and placed my bum on it. I then looked out of the window and saw the blue sky slowly turning darker as the sun was almost out of sight. I got to admit that I'm quite amazed that everything can turn so dark so quickly. The sun has so much power.

Before I even noticed, Harry was climbing into the van and -just because God hates me- he took the seat next to me, probably since our drummer Josh was living in the same apartment house as us. Oh and did I mention that I live in the same freaking apartment as Harry? Because if I haven't I'm saying it now. Yes me Louis Tomlinson is living in the same apartment as Harry Styles, the one who has been bullying me for too long. And how did this happen you may ask? Well since our management only bought us two apartment and there were only three bedrooms in each, me and Harry decided that we could share one of the apartment since we were the closest to each other, like I said, we were best friends. Do I have to say how much I regret that decision now? Well it'll take to long time and I don't want to bore you so I'm not going to talk about that now but-

"Louis you fucking little twat, move your ass for the hundredth time.'' Harry yelled at me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Oh you heard me, stop taking up all the space with your ass.'' He said even angrier.

"Well excuse me that I have a big beautiful ass unlike some.'' I snapped back. People call me the sass master and I think they have right, I'm quite sassy to people who deserve it.

"Guys break it, would ya?" Paul shouted from the front of the van.

Harry just snorted and plugged his headphones in and then turned his face the other way.

Louis 1 . Harry 0