Something else // L.S

Chapter 5

Louis' POV

"WHAT" i hear someone shout from the hallway. It was adeep raspy voice, so it was obviously harry.

"Anne is everything ok?" my mum yells out to harrys mum. It was weird how my mum and harrys mum were friends. Considering i hated harry, he was so annoying and worthless, i couldnt stand him. But I guess id be seeing alot more of harry outside of school, woopdy fucking doo..

Just as my mum calls out Anne and Harry emerge back into the kitchen. I still had the packet of peas on my arm, considering it still hurt, alot.

"Eveythings fine, i was just telling harry how him and louis used to be bestfriends when they were little" Anee replies to my mum.

WAIT, WHAT. She had to be joking, me and harry? friends? pfft please, this has to be some sort of joke or something..i hope..

"Oh yes, dont you remember boobear?" she asks me, fuck, she called me boobear, the amount of embaressment im in right now is unbearable.

"no" i reply, not really paying attention.

I was looking over at harry. His jaw was nearly touching the floor. I guess he couldnt believe it either. If he tells anyone hes dead meat. I dont want anyone knowing that i used to be friends with that freak...

Harrys POV

*monday* (Sorry i skipped a day, i just didnt have anything to write for sunday)

I woke up to my alarm going off, i lift my arm out of my bed flopping it all over the place to try and find the snooze button, i wanted atleast 5 more minutes to sleep, just 5 minutes.

I'd only had 2 hours sleep , I'd been up all night having an anxiety attack. It happens alot. Alot happened last night, but im glad it did..because during most of it, i had the one person who always knew how to calm me down..

*flashback to sunday night*

It was currently 5pm. I decided not to eat dinner, considering i wasnt hungry, though i never was anymore. I was lucky enough to eat something without feeling sick.

I was lying on bed, playing with my fingers, overthinking everythings that happened in the past few days. It was really hard for me to work with louis, i mean, hes always putting me down even if i dont do anything wrong, i guess i was just not good at anything and a failure, as Louis reminded me everyday.

"You're worthless."

"You're pathetic."

"you're such a whimp."

"cry baby"

"no one cares about you"

"go die, no one would care!"

"you're a waste of space"

"freak"

"faggot"

Louis' voice repeated through my head. Its funny though because i agreed with every insult he threw at me. I knew it all already, he just had the job of reminding me everyday. Maybe i should kill myself, no one would miss me, no one cares about me, they say they do, but when i need someone, they're never there. I started thinking of my brother, and i thought about how he killed himself. He was bullied, just like me, everyday, but he never anyone, scared it would just get worse. He thought there was no other way out, and i understood why he did it, i dont blame him.

I began to feel the tears drip down my cheeks on down my chin. I started sobbing uncontroblly, evetually began screaming, Louis' insults playing over and over in my head a thousand times.