1D AND 5SOS One Shots

Louis - You Have Your Problems and I have Mine

*Louis POV*

“I’m Louis Tomlinson. I’m fucked up so-“

“Louis, we don’t like bad language. Now start again.” The therapist says raising an eyebrow. If you were wondering what’s going on my names Louis Tomlinson and I’m 16. I’ve been getting bullied at school because of how I dress, act, talk, look. My mom freaked out when I came home with a black eye the other day and sent me to this place for teens with the same problem. Or worst. Its call A Home for Troubled Teens.

“I don’t understand why I have to do this. You already know why I’m here. Didn’t my mom fill out some sheet with all my information?” I snap at the lady. She looks like she’s in her 30s and she thinks she know everything because she has a fancy degree.

“Louis, I need you to say you name, age, and why you’re here. Then you’re free to go.” She says crossing her legs and picking up her note pad.

“Fine. I’m Louis Tomlinson. I’m 16 and I get bullied.” I say before standing up and walking out the door.

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I’m walking behind this nurse who is giving me a tour of the place. She is talking and pointing in different directions but I’m not really listening to what she’s saying. She stops suddenly and I bump into her. I look over her shoulder to see a girl walking toward us. She has curly blonde hair that’s up in a pony. She’s wearing yoga pants and a shirt with Captain America on it. She’s has yellow converses on.

“How you doing today?” The nurse that’s giving me a tour say’s to the girl. She looks at the nurse then looks me pecking over the nurse’s shoulder. She stares at me with her hazel eyes before shrugging her shoulders at the nurse. She walks past us and into the room next to me. The door closes and I heard faint music playing.

“Who’s that?” I ask staring at the closed door.

“Payton. Poor girl. Anyway. Here’s your room.” The nurse says pointing to the room next to Payton’s. I look into the room. There’s a twin size bed with white sheets, a nightstand with a lamp, a dresser with my suitcase sitting in front of it, a small closet, and a bathroom branching off to the left. “You can decorate the room anyway you want you just can’t paint the walls. Lunch is in two hours.” The nurse says before walking away.

I go pick up my suitcase and put it on the bed. I sort my t-shirts, sweat pants, jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes into different piles then put jeans and sweats in the dresser. I hang up all my shirts and put my shoes in the bottom of the closet. Then put my underwear and socks in the dresser too. By the time I’m done it’s time for lunch.

I wander the halls for a little bit before I find the cafeteria. Maybe I should’ve paid attention to that tour. I get a sandwich and some chips then sit down at an empty table. I unwrap my sandwich and take a bite out of it. I scan the room and take in all the kids. Well I shouldn’t say all the kids there’s about 25 to 30. I continue to scan the room when my eye’s land on the person I’m looking for. Payton. She gets a sandwich and some chips too. I see she has a notebook in hand and a couple pens and pencils. She goes to the other side of the room and sits by herself by the window. She opens her sandwich and takes a bite out of it, then opens her notebook and starts writing.

I feel someone sit down next to me. I ignore them and hope they go away. I really don’t feel like hearing someone commenting on my outfit. I’m wearing a black t-shirt, grey sweat pants, a blue beanie, and navy blue TOMS with no socks.

“I see your eyeing Payton over there.” The kid says. I look at him. He has black hair that hangs into his eyes, he’s eyes are bright blue. He has eyeliner on.