Love Sucks (Larry Stylinson) *On Hold:(*

Chapter 1

Another day of hell I guess. It's honestly a fucking nightmare, especially for me. Nobody likes me because I'm 'The Loser', 'The Geek', and now the school 'fag'.

Apparently, my only friend went off and told Caroline, the school bitch, that I was gay. And now here I am, 1 year later, walking down the school halls, being glared by everyone.

After so long you'd think people would get over it, but let me tell you something...THEY DON'T.

I've just made it to my locker, with a tiny smile on my face, because I still haven't been pushed or punched, which is a new record, but it was gone when I felt a sharp pain in my side.

When I looked down to see what caused the pain, I noticed that I had been pushed into a wall of hard cold lockers. Ouch.

When I looked up I saw cold blue eyes glaring at me. Oh no. Fuck my life.

Louis Tomlinson.

"Hey, fagg. Missed us?" He spat out at me. At first I was confused by the 'us' part, but realisation hit me when I saw three more sets of glaring eyes behind him. Fuuuuck.

Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, and Niall Horan, were standing right behind him.

Before I could think properly I said the only word that was on my mind, a simple, "No." But regretted it when I felt a sudden pain on my cheek. I fell to the ground with a thud.

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground being kicked and punched by the four of them. I felt pain everywhere.

Soon it all stopped. I kinda thought it was over and that they were gone. Nope. I felt my hair being pulled so that I was standing up properly.

I looked up and saw a smirk on Louis face. He leaned up so his mouth was next to my ear, and whispered something that sent shivers down my spine.

"This year's gonna be fun, Marcel. See you around, fag."

And with one last, hard, punch he and his 'gang' were gone. All you could hear now was their laughter.

I laid there on the ground, trembling with pain and fear. I don't know what I did to deserve this. Being gay's not a bad thing, or at least that's what I read on my Tumbler. So I don't get it.

When I had enough strength,I got up and picked my things up. I shut my locker, and walked to my class.

On my way there I heard people laughing and pointing at me, yelling things like; fag, queer, cocksucker and so on.

I lowered my head and just kept walking. I hate school.