He Sees Through Me Like Broken Glass (A Larry Stylinson Vampire Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7

Sorry for the long wait, but I've been having a major writer's block, the biggest one yet, and it applied to all of my stories.

I haven't been feeling well either, I've been too stressed with stuff and my dad, considering everything I told him, said I was just mentally tired, which is much worse than being physically tired.

Do you know how bad it feels to want to write, having everything set in your mind, but not being able to move to even turn on the laptop?

It sucks.

But it's Christmas and I wanted to do something for you guys, so Merry Christmas!

Enjoy :))

*Louis’ POV*

Last night was pretty good.

I got to share pizza with Harold- Harold… ha, ha- and luckily Zayn took the curse thingy quite well.

Perrie understood as well, and apologized to Harry for basically being a bitch to him. And plus, she promised she’d be nicer with her brother.

Talking about him, we said we wouldn’t tell him. He would just freak out, and why scaring the boy now? He’ll have time to be scared when he finds out about Perrie anyways.

“Mr. Tomlinson, are you even listening to me?” a voice makes me snap out of my thoughts and I blink my eyes at my Philosophy teacher.

“sorry, I-”

“detention”

“but Miss. An-”

“I’m sick and tired of you not paying attention, you’ll stay an hour after school today” the chubby teacher states, rubbing the bridge of her nose as she takes a seat on her desk.

“fine, whatever” I mutter and slump down my own seat.

 Harry’s been taking all of my attention lately. But I don’t complain, the boy is perfection on legs. And much more interesting than Philosophy anyways.

Around twenty minutes later the bell rings, signalling the class is over and Miss. Anderson shoots me a glare as I walk past her.

As Zayn and I walk through the halls, I spot Styles and Horan by the side of their lockers.

“boo!” I shout in Harry’s ear after slowly approaching.

He lets out a sharp gasp accompanied by a small jump before rolling his eyes.

“God, Louis!” he hits me.

“what? It was funny” I laugh and Niall joins me.

“is there anything wrong with Perrie?” Zayn asks the blondie, his face straight.

“yeah, she’s feeling like death” he says nonchalantly.

“what do you mean like death?” I ask him, my brows knitted together as Harry embraces my waist.

“she was complaining about a strong headache and she vomited quite a few times this morning” he shrugs, his stare falling to the ground.

I shoot Zayn a knowing look and he just ignores me.

“I might go see her at lunch” Zayn says.

I can see the worry in his face, his eyebrows furrowed in the most pronounced frown, his lips pursed and his eyes fixated on the tiled floor.