(LOUIS'S POV)
I can't do this anymore.
I can't take the dirty looks.
I can't take how she doesn't even make me dinner anymore.
She can't look in my direction, or greet me when I come home from school.
Really?
On a scale of 1/10 her maturity level is at -69.(*)
Ha.
"I got you a date with Macy." She says, when I sit on the couch to watch telly with her.
It's the only thing I'm allowed to do anymore, since I'm grounded from my phone and laptop.
Grounded and restricted from Harry.
She monitors my every fucking move.
She even talks to Liam so he can tell her what happens at school.
At school.
AT SCHOOL.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I grimace with the mention of a girl.
A date with a girl.
For fucks sake I'm basically being forced to cheat on my boyfriend.
"I'm not going." I reply and it stays silent for a long moment.
The only sound in the room is the telly, and it's on channel 5.
The news.
I always hated that channel...
Mostly because it's just all bad things, and those are things I try to avoid.
Even though they're piling on top of me, like a load of horse shit.
Sorry... That's actually kind of gross.
Well, you get it.
It stinks.
Heh heh heh.
"You are." She says, like it's official and written in stone.
I shake my head quickly without looking at her, my eyes raising in tears I cannot help.
I can't.
It feels like an arrow to the fucking chest.
How could my own mother betray me like this?
As if Harry's life wasn't hard enough, now he has this on top of him.
He doesn't need my horse shit too, for gods sake.
His mother is making him stay in his room, and only letting him out to use the bathroom and get food.
But he's not hungry half the time... Or least that's what he told me at school.
My poor Bambi...
"You will go. And I will make sure of that. Tomorrow after school you'll get dressed up nice and meet her at Olive Garden at 5." She orders at me, picking up the clicker to switch channels.
Ew? Olive Garden?
She better like McDonalds.
Because that's where Macy's going.
"I hate you." I say, and oh my god.
Am I crying? Am I letting myself cry?
I get up immediately after, snatching the remote from her hands, changing it to the gay porn channel.
YOU ARE READING
you put the O in disOrder ➢ (l.s)
Fanfiction((warning!: hey everyone! i wrote this when i was like 15-16? and i realized i never put a rating on this story. it's pretty explicit! (i tagged it as mature but i'm going to put in the description that it's 18+ just so it's very clear)) Orgasms...
