You Make Me Strong (Larry Stylinson)

Louis Tomlinson's POV

Worthless, freak, faggot, waste of space. Those words run constantly through my head as I am alone in my bedroom. I am hated at my school by everyone, except my best lad since primary school, Niall Horan. Even though he tries to cheer me up I am still slipping through the cracks. However, I am not thinking of him while I hold my blade in hand, the cool razor pressed agaisnt my skin. Worthless. Cut. Freak. Cut. Faggot. Cut. Waste of space. Cut cut cut.

I deserve every single one, more. I just sit for a while, staring at them, reliving the day at my school, thinkng about those words. You see, words can lift someone up or kill them. I am near the latter.

After a while, I get up and go into my bathroom that is fortunetly conjoined with my bedroom. I take a long, hot shower just thinking.

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I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. I reluctantly get up, walking into the bathroom to wash my face. When I look in the mirrior I don't see the cheerful, carefree Louis that hasn't been seen for the past two years.

I wear long sleevs of course due to the events of last night and jeans. I don't take a last look in the mirror either because I know I look like shit, so what's the use anyways.

Walking into the kitchen with my bag over my shoulder I see my Mum has made toast, so I bid her goodmorning and grab a slice. I can tell she has noticed that I have changed, but what hurts me is that she doesn't say anything. She knows I am openly gay, and has been quite supportive of me from the start.

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When I walk into my school, it is buzzing with noise as I unnoticeably walk towards my locker. "Goodmoring, Louis." I hear Niall say. I turn to see that he is opening his locker which is located right next to mine. "Morning, Niall." I reply. When we both gather our supplies for class we go to first period, luckily I share with Niall. Unfortunetly I only have first and last period with him.

"Did we have any homework?" Niall says. "No, I don't think so."

"Thank God, because if we did I would be fucked." Right after he says that our teacher, Mr. Brooks comes in and announces, "Goodmoring class, today we have a new student and his name is Harry Styles, please make him feel welcome." Then we all see a tall boy with a head full of curls enter the room. Holy shit. I think he is the most attractive human being I have layed eyes on. Harry starts walking towards me, when I realise that the seat next to mine is the only open one. As he sits I start to hypervenilate. Just breathe Louis, just breathe. Oh God, then he turns around. His eyes are emerald green, jaw lines as sharp as a knife, and I almost die when he smiles and I see that he has dimples.

Harry puts out his hand and says, "Hi, my name is Harry Styles."

"Erm my na-name is L-Louis Tom-Tomlinson." I mentally slap myself for sounding so stupid. His large hand envelopes my small one. We shake hands, then I hear a voice behind us say, "Don't let the gay rub off on you." At that I jerk my hand away and look down. The unexpected thing happens next, because Harry is turnig around saying, "Why don't you shut the fuck up and mind your own buisness." I about shit myself on that one because the only person who stands up for me is Niall.

The rest of the class goes unspoken. Finally the bell rings, and I rush off to second period. When I get into the classroom in walks Harry, and I'll be damned if he didn't sit next to me. As he sits down he smiles his dimply smile and looks at the front of the class waiting for the teacher to arrive.

By lunch I am worn out. Harry fucking Styles is in every single one of my fucking classes. Not that I am complaining.

When I walk into the cafeteria I quickly spot Niall. I grab some lunch and head towards the table. "How were your classes?" He asked. "They actually went pretty good due to I haven't been pushed around or haven't been called names."

"I think that Harry kid has something to do with it."

"Why would you say that?"

"I dunno, I mean the look in his eyes were kind of scary yet loving and protecting. He probably just scared off those dipshits who always cause you trouble since what he said to you in first period."

"You really think that?"

"Yeah, and I know you enjoy being around him, just by the look you were giving him today" Niall says and wiggles his eyebrows. I manage a small laugh at his gesture, and I continue with, " I mean c'mon mate have you seen his face? His jaw line? His perfect emerald green eyes and don't even get me started on his dimp-" I'm cut off by a deep voice saying, "Hi lads, do you mind if I sit with you?"

A/N: Hi! So this is my first fan fiction, please give me feedback on what you thought of it, and what I can change! Thank you so much for reading! Stay Strong --Sierra Gayle xx