*The next day, Louis' POV*
I woke up by the blaring sound of my ever so annoying alarm clock. I groaned, forced myself out of bed, I grab my clothes for the day, make my way to the shower, and went about my morning routine.
I exited the bathroom, ruffling the towel in my hair to get the pesky droplets.
Today I decided on a dark gray over sized jumper, a white beanie, and white toms. I put my large glasses on the bridge of my nose, grabbed my backpack and phone, and closed my bedroom door without a second glance.
I am greeted by my mother and younger sisters downstairs.
"Mornin' Lou, how was your sleep?" My mother asked, flipping pancakes on the skillet.
I shrugged, and grabbed a glass and filled it with water.
I didn't exactly trust my voice at the moment. You see, the salad I had the night before needed to come back up. I waited too long to purge it out, and so as a "punishment" of sorts, I kept throwing up to where my voice is no longer with me at the moment. It has a rasp and has a slight pain when I speak.
I see the bus outside, give my mum a kiss, and I am out the door.
I give a slight smile to the bus driver, and shift over to my normal seat in the front. the bus begins to drive again, and I look out the window, watching the world pass by.
I close my eyes for a bit or at least until I hear the everyday sneer from Zayn.
I felt the seat dip down, and I open my eyes. I look to my left, expecting to see Niall, but see Zayn instead.
"Hi" He says.
I give a look, and he grabs my arm, and pulls me from my seat. He clutches the front of my shirt.
He mumbles in my ear, "I heard about the project with you and Harry." I have no reaction. "Ya know, he IS planning on ditching you after the project, right?" He asks, and I frown and look down. Zayn chuckles and lets go of my shirt.
"I mean," He shouts so the entire bus hears, "We all know you like him. We all know you want his dick up your ass." Everyone laughs, and I try to keep the tears in. Why does he do this? I pray he would stop, but he doesn't. "He would never like a fag like you," He yells in my face. He pushes me back into my seat and comes down to my level and whispers, "And he doesn't like fatsses," and with that, he went back to his seat.
(A/N:The rest was written on my phone :p)
Tears quickly skidded down my face. I put my head down, so nobody will know I was crying. At that moment, my phone vibrated. I sighed and picked it up, seeing I got a new message from Niall.
Nialler:
Hey Lou, not gunna be at school, sick :(
I read over the message several times. Now I am more open to have Zayn attack me. Niall protects me. Not trying to sound selfish, but it's true. He never misses school either. He is the only person I know with a perfect attendance since year 6. I quickly send a text telling him to get better.
I take note I m still crying, and quickly wipe the tears away. Jesus Christ. Of course I am crying. I cry anytime someone puts me down. Its not a very nice feeling.
The bus comes to yet another halt, but I don't pay any attention on who is entering.
As before, I finish wiping the tears, and hear footsteps finding their rightful seat.
I daze off until I hear the pow rumble of a certain jade eyed boy.
"Are you crying, Louis?" Harry asks, sounding concerned.
