When the Stars Aline (Larry Stylinson AU)

Hope

LOUIS'POV

I was at lunch at school one day, about a week after school started, looking for Niall. I didn't see him at school today and I was praying he wasn't absent. Please don't be absent Niall. I look over to the table we sit at everyday and see nothing. Sigh.

My lunch is suddenly flipped out of my hand and onto the ground and I turn around to see Max and his friends. Where's Niall when you need him.

"Where's your little sidekick, that little blonde kid? Niall, was that his name? And your quarterback brother, how about your little sister? They aren't here? Guess you have nobody to protect you," Max says mockingly, all of them surrounding me around the trash can.

"What's in here?" Max says again, grabbing my backpack. I reach out for it but fail. He pulls out my small composition book and smirks. No. My diary.

After what happened with Lottie I'm not stupid enough to write down actual names and secrets, I just use keywords. But my feelings are enough to ruin my school life.

"I love my little teacup so much, I wish teacup was mine and I could love them forever," Max says mocking my voice.

"Whose 'teacup', Louis?" he laughs.

My keyword for Harry.

Max continues to read disguised thoughts about Harry Dad and even himself. By the time he's done I can feel tears welled up in my eyes, fighting to stay inside.

"You know you're a waste of space and a failure at life, Louis, you should just kill yourself," Max says throwing my diary and backpack back at me and spitting on my face.

"You think I don't already know that," I say, a tear rolling down my face.

"Hey that's enough, leave him alone," I hear someone say. I lookup to see something that catches my eye. Harry?!

"And what are you gonna do about it, new kid?" Max says.

"Fucking let the kid go or I will get someone involved," he says sternly, showing a sense of anger.

Max smirks as he raises his hand so I can leave, and I run as fast as I can out of the lunch autotorium. I find my way to the bathroom and lock myself into the stall. I make sure no one else is in the bathroom before completely breaking down. I catch my breath for a minute and pull out a razor blade. I've been clean for quite a while now but I just can't do this anymore. I take it and move it swiftly across my leg, wincing with pain and pleasure all at once. "You're worthless Louis, fucking worthless," I whisper to myself.

"No you're not," a voice echoes throughout the bathroom and I recognize it as Harry's. Shit. I freeze in shock and try to stop the bleeding, but I know it's no use.

"I know you can hear me Louis, now I'm waiting for you to open the door and invite me in or I'll break it down myself," Harry says solemnly.

I know Harry can't actually knock the door down, but I don't want to anger him so I unlock the door, not opening it myself. Here goes nothing.

Harry walks in and gasps at the pathetic sight of me, laying bleeding and tear stained on the floor.

"Why are you doing that to yourself?" he asks, sitting down to my level.

"Because I'm a useless piece of shit I have no purpose in this world and I deserve to die," I whisper.

"Is tearing your skin going to solve any of your problems?" he responds.

"I guess not, but it makes me feel a bit better in my own demented way," I say.

"Well it shouldn't. You aren't useless or else God wouldn't of wasted time making you. You are beautiful, and they are only being shitty to you because they're jealous," he says.

"But its not only them, my parents hate me too, and I hate myself. Everywhere I go people torment me. The only people who care about me are my brother, sister, and my best friend, that must say something about me," I say.

"I care about you. Today may of been the first time I've said two words to you, but I do care," he says, rubbing my back, which sends chills up and down my body. Calm down Louis, calm down.

"I'm Harry by the way," he says again.

"I know, you sit next to me in first period," I snicker slightly.

"Oh yeah I know you, I just wasn't sure if you ever payed attention to me enough to know me," he says.

If only he knew.

"You said you like to sing, right?" I ask, even though I already know the answer.

"Yeah it's my passion," he smiles.

"That's funny because I like to sing too, and play piano," I say.

"Really? That's awesome! Seems like we have a lot in common," he laughs. He is so cheeky and sweet, it just really turns me on.

"We do," I smile, not knowing what else to say. Stupid ass, why couldn't I be more creative.

"Well since I'm new here and I don't have many friends, would you like to come over today to my house and hang out?" Harry requests.

Oh my fucking God.

"Um yeah that sounds great," I blush nervously.

"Okay so I'll meet you by the gate after school?" he smiles, standing up.

"Sounds like a plan," I say, also standing up and gathering my belongings. Fortunately for me the bleeding has stopped, so that I don't have to worry about covering it up.

"Let's get going I'm pretty sure we're already late for fifth period," he says, holding the door open. I nod and walk out of it.

"So see you later?" he says, turning around once more.

"See you after school," I say.

As I turn my way to my fifth period classroom I can't help but to jump for joy. I'm going to Harry's house after school. He stood up for me. He said I'm not worthless. He said I have purpose. He said he cared about me. He said I'm beautiful.

I think I'm the happiest guy in the world right now, which is such an advance from the despair I felt just a few moments ago. If Harry hadn't come in that bathroom, I probably would of slit my wrist I had felt so horrible. And now, for the first time in several years, I felt hope. Maybe I can get close to Harry like my mind and body longs to. Maybe I can be aloud to love him. Maybe he can love me. I am hopeful in what will come. Maybe Liam was right, junior year will be good.

Maybe I can be happy for once.