Push Me (BoyxBoy)

"We Scream, We Shout, We Are The Fallen Angels."

Louis POV

FLASHBACK

 

"Please, mom. Please, I-I can't take this school anymore. It's school, I swear that's where the problem lies." My mom stares at me, having her own inner premonition that I was lying through my teeth. I knew this was going to take a lot of convincing though, I knew that.

 

"Are you sure?" Was I sure? Hell no. Was I terrified of what's going to happen if I ever see Mr. Tezeer again? Yes. To be completely honest though, I was having trouble at school. My at home life is not the best, and people seem to think that I'm taking my problems out on peoples faces.

 

No one understood me. I'm pretty sure I could say my dad understood me, if he was here. But then again, I wouldn't have any problems if he was. In the end all of my problems come down to his death. I can't handle pain.

 

"Please, I just...I can't take this town anymore." I begged her wondering what am I going to have to do next? Get down on my knees? I started to crouch down on the floor. Desperate times call for desperate measures. My mom flicked my earlobe.

 

"Get up off the floor. Fine, we'll move, but if you get suspended for fighting one more time at your new school, we're not moving again. You'll just have to tough it out." She presses her palm to my cheek. That was when she still cared about me.

 

FLASHBACK OVER

We're sitting on Harry's bed, my knees pulled to my chest and his hands in his hair, yanking silently waiting for me to begin.

"My dad died when I was 13, and I have a really hard time coping with somethings...like I don't know. I uh- I started to hate everything, everybody. I hated myself, I hated my family and friends. I hated God. I hated myself, because I couldn't be there to help my dad. I hated my mom because she was suppose to be there, and she wasn't. She didn't even dwell on his death very long.

"I hated my friends for still having both of their parents. I hated God for taking my dad from me. It all happened really fast, one minute he said he was going out for a smoke, then the next we have to cops coming to our door asking do we know a Richard Tomlinson. My mom said yes, and they said he had died at gun point. Bumped into the wrong people at the time I guess."

Harry didn't interrupt, not even once. I was honestly surprised; he doesn't seem like the type to sit and really listen...maybe pretend to listen. But I could tell by the way he was changing his facial expressions with everything I said that was remotely close to being enthralling.

"So when he died, I started getting into stupid situations. I got into random fights for different reasons, and it got bad, at my hometown school that I had to move. She told me that if I got into another one at my new school she would make me tough it out for the rest of the school year. So the stupid shit was enough for me to have to see a counselor every week Tuesday and Friday in a new town. He was uh y-your dad." Harry nodded his head, taking in what I was saying.