Shy||l.t. a.u.

day six

I'm so happy your in school today. Your glowing and you look well rested and happier than you ever were before. That makes me even happier.

I love that your presence makes me happy. Just by looking at you I feel this nervous flutter in my stomach. It's so strong too.

Why do you have such a huge impact on me? When I know it'll never work out between us.

Your too popular.

I'm Louis Tomlinson.

I'm too shy.

This won't be long but I want to say once again that, I love you.

Love,

Louisx(the outcast)

The young, teenage boy walks home down the rough pavement, keeping his gaze down at his red Vans. The hood of his black jacket rests on top of his brown, unruly hair and the fringe hangs over his blue eyes.

His heart feels as it if plummets to the pit of his stomach as he is pulled to the ground by his jacket. He lands on his bum on the sidewalk and shuts his eyes tightly from the pain that erupts in his lower back. He feels his stomach be kicked harshly by a foot and he can't even open his eyes to peek and see who is doing this before several more kicks are sent to his frail body. He feels as if he needs to vomit all the contents of his stomach. Laughing booms in his ears as he feels his heart beating in his chest. His head is taken by a hand and he can't fight hard enough before it is bashed agaisnt the hard ground. He feels his flesh rip apart on his skull and that is the last he sees of the world momentarily before he falls unconcious.

Later. 9:00 p.m.

His eyes snap open widely, his blue irises circulating with bewilderment. He breathes heavily , his heart racing rapidly agaisnt his rib cage before he gets up from the ground. He quickly grabs his book, wincing as the pain in his body burns with a great rage. He limps the rest away home, the chilly winds blowing around him burning the cuts.

The boy quietly enters the home, the house dark and all that illuminates the darkness is the light that reflects off the moon. He painfully walks to the his room, throwing his school supplies on the ground before entering the bathroom.

He slowly and carefully pulls the shirt he wears over his head, letting out sounds of pain as he does so. He looks in the mirror at his torso, bruises adorning his tan skin and crimson blood slides down his cheek.

He takes a cold shower to not burn his cuts any further before climbimg onto his bed and the thoughts of the beautiful, blonde girl invade his mind, with her laugh, her smile, and everything about her that he finds perfect. Which is every inch of the girl, from her head to her toes.