My face turned to a crimson red. I looked up at Niall, who, of course, was smirking his ass off.
"Really Louis?!" He squealed like a teenage girl looking at pictures of Justin Bieber shirtless.
Eyes wandered mine and Niall's way and kept my eyes low.
"Keep your voice down," I scolded. Niall put his hands up in defense, and we stayed silent for a few minutes.
Niall was off in his own little world of jellybeans and puppies, while I was looking out the window, watching house pass by. My mind drifted off into a deep thought.
It couldn't be impossible for Harry and I to date, but very unlikely. I mean, LOOK at him. With his shiny bouncy curls, his dimples ever so deep, his emerald green eyes that are always slightly scrunched. He is straighter than a damned pole. Then, look at me. My brown hair that can't seem to be tamed. My dull blue eyes that turn grey from my lack of sleep and nutrients. And i'm a fucking lard. Harry is fit with beautiful abs and captain of the football team. I can't look at myself shirtless without having a freak out. But not just that, I don't really understand "love". My parents, well, never really loved each other. Yes, at first, but they drifted. Which, it was my fault. Everything is. I'm a burden. My mom won't admit it, but my father sure did-
"Uh Lou..." Niall interrupted my thoughts by poking my shoulder. I looked over at him, giving him a questioning look.
"Sorry Lou but, uh..." His hand carelessly drifted towards the back of the bus, where Harry and his "followers" were sitting. But on his lap sat... Kendall fucking Jenner. The biggest whore this school probably has ever had. She was kissing his nose and giving him flirtatious looks and and and... I could not think straight.
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Louis' POV
Now, sitting in 1st period (World History), my mind drifted to Harry and Kendall. Why her? Of all people! I wouldn't even mind if Harry got with Taylor! She may even be a bigger slut than Kendall.
Niall isn't in my 1st period, so I kinda keep to myself the entire time. Zayn and Luke (A friend of Harry's and Zayn's) were in my class. And with every chance they get, they torture me. Especially about the one thing that makes me want to curl up and die.
"Hey Tomlinson," spit Luke. Oh.. yay.
I kept my head low and continued my packet. I heard a snort my head was jerked up by a hand.
"What did I say on the bus Tommo-Tummy, Look at me when I talk to you" Zayn spat in my face. My breath quivered and I looked him in the eyes. His eyes filled with hatred. The teacher left the room moments ago, to the restroom.
"So, Tomlinson..." Zayn said aloud, letting my chin go. Oh no.
"Being the fat ass fag you are, well, you know whats coming" Zayn said and smirked. What was his tal-BAM.
Right on the nose. His fist collided with my nose so fast, I believe I may have had a late reaction. I almost fell from my seat, hands swinging up to my nose. Blood.
"Poor, little Louis," chuckled Zayn. I looked up to see the class staring at me. Some laughing, some concerned, some with no expression. I hurried to my feet, and rushed out of the room to the boys bathroom.
I did this when something like this happened. Despite my bleeding nose, I ran to the toilet and flipped the seat up. I sent 1, 2, 3 fingers in my mouth, rubbing them against the closed in walls of throat, and up came nothing but the water I drank before school, mixed in with the nasty taste of stomach acid. The words ran through my head, a mile a minute.
