Black & White (A Larry Stylinson Story)

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2:

LOUIS P.O.V.

I almost felt a slight wave of guilt hit me when i just walked away from that fag Harry but i quickly brushed it off. I always hurt him so why am i suddenly feeling a slight ping in my heart when we left him laying their on the floor.

"Zayn, bro wait up!" I rush up behind him and grab his shoulder causing him to turn around. "Mate we still on for the party tonight?" I asked in more of a statement then a question.

"Yeah for sure Lou. Besides, its been far to long since you've gotten laid and you know it so don't even bother trying to denie it!" He said rather loudly.

The smirk on his face was more annoying than anything since what he just told me was clearly stating the obvious to myself. Sure..its been a few weeks since if had my share of sex but i cant enjoy laying girls when I'm gay. Sure Zayn is one of my best mates and I've considered telling him a few times but he is one of the most homophobic assholes in this school.

We walk through the hallways o our shitty school as i run my tongue gently over my lip piercing and stare down anyone who dare makes eye contact with me.

Everybody in this school knows that you don't prance around here like fucking deer and mess with me."Mate do you hear that" Zayn whisper yells beside me.

"No? What do you hear" I mumble back to him wondering what he is possibly on about. "The fag we beat up earlier, that Styles kid"

"Okayyy....what about him!" Now im getting somewhat annoyed by how long this is taking us. I need to go outside for a fucking smoke. "I think thats him crying like a little fucking bitch in the restroom" The words roll of Zayn's tongue without ease. "Wanna go mess with him" he mumbles to me and nudges my shoulder.

"Mate i need a fucking smoke before i knock another kid out" i roll my eyes no wanting to even go near that fag another time in one day. Nudging Zayn's forearm he follows behind me and we go outside to take a few drags of our smoke and a couple sniffs of some coke.

HARRYS P.O.V.

I cry softly to myself as i sit hunched up in a little ball in the corner of the bathroom stall slowly dragging the sharpe blade across my milky white skin watching the blood drip from my wrists. I slowly begin to lift up my shirt and drag the razor blade across the lower part of my stomach.

'Worthless Fag'

'Go die already'

'Nobody will ever love you'

I think all of those things I've ever been told hurt the most because i know that it is all true. But they seem to find the need to remind me every single day. I glance at my shatter glasses laying on top of my filled book bag and i just sit their wondering what to tell my mother. We aren't the wealthiest family and it took her a long time to save up so she could buy me those frames with the lenses. After minutes of thinking of a way to help replace the bent and bashed glasses an idea popped into my jumbled up mind and a bit my lip as i though how i would sort all of this out. Ill get a job.

So many places to pick from.. Maybe ill work at the book store! Or the library. Or maybe even the soup kitchen! I know they don't pay as much but at least i would be helping some people in need.

I already have my resumé written out for when i do want to get a job and now seems like the perfect time to!

Since today is friday maybe ill go in tomorrow and apply for one of the many jobs that crossed my mind.

The book store. Thats where ill apply to first. I do love reading so I'm sure they will give me a job, plus, when i was in their just last day i saw a "Now Hiring" so that should be great!

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HEY CUNTS WADDUP!<3 Okay so I'm Lucy anddddd I'm trying to make these chapter kind of long an i know they aren't at all but i promise that they will get longer as i write more (: xx

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