My Happy Ending (Larry Stylinson)

The Museum Of Arts

Louis' POV

I hate Dylan, yep that's right, I hate him. He embarrassed me so much, I just want to crawl in a hole and die! When he stated that Zayn and I were both not in a relationship-not even near a relationship, everyone didn't even dare to look at me. Maybe if I stay in my house long enough, everyone will forget me and I will never ever have to face any of them again. Here I am, dashing down the hallways of the school, hoping that no one will see my pathetic face. Everything beside me became inaudible since I was very much caught up in my own thoughts, I didn't hear Evelyn behind me until she wrapped her arms around me. It's actually nice having someone hugging you, it's like telling you that you're not alone. I hugged her back tightly as the tears flows down on my cheeks and onto her shirt. After a while, she calmed me down and I was contented to hear that my friends were still supporting me after that little outburst of Dylan. Ugh! Even mentioning his name makes me want to punch him in the nose so hard that he needs plastic surgery. Another set of footsteps were walking towards us, I caught a glimpse of the person and a glint of smile crosses my lips. It was Marcel-being his usual adorably dorky self. I gaped at his astonishingly angelic features, I've never noticed this before, but his face was so... breathtaking. The green oracles on his eyes were absolutely stunning, his lips a touch of pink, curved into a shy smile and his sun-kissed skin... is just too much a person can take. It took me everything I have not to rush over there and smash our lips together until we're running out of oxygen. Eve must have noticed me gawking at Marcel so she excused herself saying that she needed to study-again, when does she ever study? Well, she does but she never admits it. I rose from the floor as Marcel walked up to me. ''I just wanna say thanks, for y'know. Standin' up for me-lemme make it up to you somehow?'' ''Um-yea-no it's fine, really it's nothing.'' Marcel tilted his head and pouted a little. Oh my sweet heavens-his lips. Oh come on, Louis. This might be your only chance to spend some time with him, are you really going to give THAT up? Cos you know that you'll definitely regret it if you reject him... The damn voice in my mind made me nod my head, it was almost controlling me. I got rid of the lump in my throat by swallowing hard, which led me coughing a little. ''Are you okay?'' he asked with a concern lace in his voice. I coughed again and managed to choke out ''M'fine'' ''No you're not.'' He placed his hand on my back and started patting it lightly-which to my surprise, I instantly felt better. After a second or so, ''Can you help me with my Maths? I kinda suck at it.'' I said with a smile loaming on my lips. He nodded and I got his phone number, apparently we're going to meet up tomorrow and he'll help me then. Attaboy Louis, you got his phone number. Now all you gotta do is spread your charm across the whole place, making him under your spell. SHUT UP, VOICE IN MY HEAD! Okay, it's blatant that I suck at Maths but tutoring doesn't really help... I've tried everything but the bottom line is, I am stupid. I remember when I was in Secondary 1, everyone was getting full marks in tests and exams when I was barely passing the bloody test. Louis, do you really want him to see how dim-witted you are? Ugh... I better get out of here before he finds out how eccentric I am.

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I groaned in resentment as I sat on the spot, staring blankly into my homework. It's so frigging damn hard! Why do we need to learn Geography? We have maps for that, besides I know my way home, as long as I don't get lost I seriously don't give a shit about this stuff. History... they're all dead anyway, I ain't planning a trip to go to the past so why do I have to learn about this fella? Suddenly, I heard a deafening shriek that made me snap out of my thoughts. Ohhh great... what is it now? I sprinted out of my bedroom and gazed around but no one was there. Hmm well that's bizarre. I darted out of the house and scrutinized the surroundings. Then there it was again, that loud screaming. I made my way to the source only to see it was a kid, maybe three or four, yelling ever so loudly. I shook my head in disbelief and was about to walk off when the little girl tugged the hem of my shirt making me turn around. ''Why does everyone lie? I know what's happening. I know but everyone lie straight to my face.'' The little girl said with tears shimmering in her eyes. I knelt down on my knees and looked at her. ''What do you mean? Who's lying?'' ''Everyone. I know that my dad is gone, he'll never come back and I know my mum is sick, that's why she killed herself. She's not going to a better place, she's dead because she couldn't stand my dad beating us up when we did nothing wrong.'' Tears starts pouring onto her rosy red cheeks as she wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. I wanted to say something but I opened my mouth and nothing came out of it. I was clammed up. All I heard was a sharp intake of breath. ''Sorry for talking with you, you're a complete stranger yet here I am, telling you about my problems. Sorry... I know I shouldn't but-but there is just sometimes when you want to talk with someone you don't know because they won't lie to you, they'll be blunt and tell you the truth-not what you want to hear.'' Her voice was so soft that it trailed off at the end. ''Look, the truth is, the people around you are just saying that because they don't want you to be sad. I can see that you're a sharp and bright kid, you don't need comforts, you need the truth. And the reality is, the people who lied loves you. Or else they wouldn't have lied. It doesn't matter what happened in the past because that IS the past and we should move forward. The past is gone and we should focus on what we have now, and from what I see, you have people who cares for you around you. They're trying their best to conceal the truth with lies-I'm not saying that lying is good, no, what I'm saying is, try to enjoy life because you can. Dwelling on the past doesn't help you, just move on.'' Indeed, I have no idea why I just said that-or that it even MADE any sense. The little girl nodded and stared at the ground. ''C'mon, let's get you back where you belong-coz I don't think you lice on this street, do ya?'' I asked with my eyebrow slightly raised. She simply shook her head and replied,'' I don't want to go back to the orphanage. Mrs Smith will be frantic.'' ''Well-maybe she won't be.'' I gave her a reassuring smile as I started dragging her towards the orphanage. ''Wait, can I play on the swings? Please? My mummy never let me play on them, she never bothered to bring me to the park. I always see other children playing on them, laughing, giggling... I really want to play on them. Please?'' she looked at me with adorable puppy eyes. I couldn't resist that! She was absolutely adorable so I nodded.