Pink (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 9

Why do you hurt the people you love?

Louis stared blankly down at the prompt of the week. He heard the scribbling of pencils and the ticking of the clock. He has been sitting in his seat for about ten minutes now without anything written other than his name on the sheet of paper.

He had always wanted to figure out the answer to that question. Do you hurt the people you love? Is it even considered love if you hurt them?

Louis wouldn't know. He had always thought being in love was the best feeling in the world, but it wasn't. If being in love meant crying every night and having bruises littered around his body, he didn't want it.

Maybe that's why he was so obedient. He was scared to get yelled at because he wouldn't know how he'd react. Perhaps make himself in to a ball and wait for another beating, but he's gone and Louis needs to remember that he can now be free.

"Okay, pencils down. I'll be coming by to collect your worksheets," Mrs. Carey said.

Louis frowned knowing that he would probably get a zero for this assignment.

Louis quickly handed the sheet to the teacher without looking her in the eye. Instead, he tapped on his desk to keep his mind from going through that dark place of his.

He couldn't help it but to think about that day he spent on the roof with Harry. He had seen a whole different person, and opened one to be exact.

He always knew there was something different about Harry, but he figured someone else would be the one to figure that out.

Mrs. Carey began to teach the lesson of the day and Louis paid extra attention so he could make up a few points for the assignment he hadn't done.

He couldn't write about anything that associated with love. He never had the best experience with it, so he didn't know what love should actually feel like.

He's seen the movies, he's seen the way the people would look at someone with that sincerity in their eyes, Louis wanted that.

Everyone wants that, but Louis craved it.

He never understood why the bad was left for him to suffer. He was left to fill in the void, to start fresh, to move schools, to make new friends, but it was all bullshit.

Starting fresh didn't mean you get to restart your brain. No matter how much you want it too, you can't do it.

There will always be that permanent scarring left in your brain to keep flashing back in your most hated days, Louis hated that.

Maybe that's why you would hurt the people you love... They do it to feel accomplished to have left a marking in their brain so you would never escape mentally even if you do physically.
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The rest of the day seemed like a blur to Louis. He had went to all his classes, turned in all his work, and now he's at home planning for his senior project he had yet to start.

There was no rush. He still had ten months to complete the assignment, but Louis had always liked having a jump start to it.

Not to mention it was still woman's protest week with Harry, so he needed to get his pink shirt and pink socks ready.

And if he had bought a pink hair spray can to do a streak on his hair, nobody has to know.

Louis' phone buzzed in his pocket. The lad reached deep inside his jean pocket to pull out the device.

He checked the message and rolled his eyes.

I didn't get to see you at the protest after school today, that wasn't apart of the deal. You are required to come to every single protest our team throw. Trevor wasn't so happy, Jennifer wasn't either.