bruises || stylinson

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Harry

For the past week I haven't seen Louis. Some say he got suspended, but no one knows if it's in or out of school. I've wanted to ask him, or at least see if he's alright, but the second fight broke out before I could get his number.

I can't believe he was stupid enough to get into two fights in one day. What kind of person is at a school for a day and pulls some shit like that?

Shane tried to convince me that everything is fine with Louis, but I can't believe him. What went down was too weird for me to just pass by as normal. I mean he fought and then fell off the face of the earth.

My phone rings on the bed next to me and for a second I actually get hopeful that its Louis. I just want some answers and he is the only person that can give me them. 

Sadly it's Shane who probably just wants me to save him from having a boring Saturday night. Every once in awhile he calls me when he needs a designated driver for one of his theatre parties, and every time I turn him down.

I don;t want to spend my free time listening to show tunes and drinking, which is what I'm pretty sure is all they do. I've met a few of Shane's friends, they seem too lame to have an actual party.

"Hey Harry, what are you doing tonight?" Shane asks the moment I pick up. He likes to get straight to the point when it comes to something like this.

"I have a date." I lie to him, just to prove a point. I haven't been on a date in like two years and I'm pretty sure that he knows that.

"That's bullshit and you know it. Why don't you want to come to a party with me, it'll be fun." He whines, trying to convince me that I will be missing out on the party of a lifetime if I don't go.

I roll my eyes even though I know that he can't see me doing so. "The last time you dragged me out there was a Rocky Horror Picture Show drinking game and you made me take shots of Sprite."

"In my defense that was a Halloween party, we don't do that every time." He retorts, sounding slightly upset that I used that as my one example. "Come on it'll be fun and there will be lots of hot gay guys."

"I'm guessing by lots you mean two who are actually out, two who are getting there, and two who everyone just assumes are gay." I respond, slightly sassy that he tried to use my sexuality as a way to get me to come with him.

"Okay I get it you don't want to come, but I really need a designated driver, can you at least come and pick me up later tonight?" He begs, even though I know that if I go at all he'll try to get me to party with him.

"I can't-" I start to plea my case against going, but I'm cut off by my window being pried open. "I have to go."

I hang up and stay completely frozen. I want to move or try to do something but I can't. This is it I'm going to die whoever is trying to get in is not only coming through a second story window, but they're also going to get past the screen on the window.

It's moments like these where I realize just how much I hate being left home alone. I'm the only who can face whatever or whoever i coming through my window, but I'm useless.  

Finally the seal is broken and a body comes tumbling in through the window. They just lay there for a second but I'm definitely bracing myself for them to just jump up and stab me or something. 

"Sorry for coming through the window, but I decided that I wanted to be cliche." The person says and flips over onto their stomach so they can face me. "Hiya Harry how are you doing?"

"Louis what the fuck are you doing here?" I half scream half-cry at him. How can he think that it's okay to just come barging through my window? Seriously he just does whatever he wants and it's fucking scary.