you're my colour in the dark // larry stylinson english

3 years later

2nd chapter of this book
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While walking through the corridors of my old school, everyone goes aside. I see afraid faces and I hear everyone whispering. I can't really blame them because it is my own fault. But I don't care, not anymore.

As I walk to my new locker I feel a gentle hand on my back. I didn't turn around because it had to be that one person in my mind. It can't be otherwise.

After putting my things in my locker I finally turn around and see there standing in front of me Niall, Niall Horan. My very best friend. I gave him a bro hug before I walked to class. We don't have the same classes as I picked art and music and he picked technology. It sucks but I can't really change it.

I arrived at class and put my emotion less mask back up. I don't want anyone to enter my life because it could end very, very bad, believe me, I've experienced it.

I just sat down in the back of the class. Staring at the front.

The students came in class and so did the teacher.

Art always has been the only way to express my emotions and my way to calm down and let thing's be and come like they are. So I can say that this class is my favourite, anyways I don't let it see.

The teacher start explaining what to do. We can work alone or in groups.

Obviously I am alone because I don't want to work with anyone and even if I wanted, I'm pretty sure no one would want to work with me anyways. 

After one hour of art, one hour of history and two hours of sport; I finally sit down with food in front of me and niall beside me.

Thing's didn't changed as much between us then I thought it would, the main reason behind that is because Niall always is here for me no matter if I am angry, sick, disappointed, sad, happy and so on. We seem to still have the old relationship ship we had before, well in my opinion.

He was telling me who was new and what had happened in those three years. And that was a lot.

When he finally shut up -don't get me wrong but Niall speaks a lot- my eyes wandered to a brown haired boy sitting a few tables further than ours.

It was like he new I was looking at him because the second I blinked he was looking at me.
I don't liked people looking at me so I quickly looked back at my food. Questioning Niall about that boy.

He was capable to tell me his name was Louis and that he should be in my classes to since he picked up art and music as well. I just nodded and ate my food without saying anything else. Don't worry, it wasn't an awkward moment because we both knew we must take this whole situation in.

After this long day i went to the park: i just needed a silent moment for myself. These few years of prison had lurned me that those moments could help you a lot with having control over your body and all. And to my surprise it still helped out of prison.

When i looked to my right I saw that same guy named Louis sitting on a bench to. Just staring in front of him. I guess he hadn't seen me and it wasn't like I was about to change that.

I let out a sigh before walking home, alone. Going straight to my bed. Hoping tomorrow would go as good as today.