Maybe I Hate You//L.S.

Still a jerk

[Louis P.O.V]

I came down for some lunch just to see a curly headed on the couch watching sport channel and it's the one and only Harry styles, I didn't know if he's still as quiet as last night or a jerk

I walked pass him to the kitchen, microwaved some leftover pasta. I was about to wash my plates before I was lifted off my feet and seated on the kitchen counter, Harry pressed himself between my legs, stared in my eyes darkly

"What the..." I almost shit myself by his immediate move

"I told you not to touch any of my stuff" He leaned in to my ear, arms on each side of me "not even my food"

"I d-didn't know it was yours" my breath hitched when he looked me in the eyes "I almost scream and what the fuck is wrong with you? Can't talk without coming in so close?" I avoided his eye contact, ignoring whatever going on in my stomach

"The next time you touch any of my belonging and you will be out of my room" He leaned in closer our nose almost touched "You hear me Tomlinson?" he whispered before walking out of the room leaving me stunned

'Yup still a jerk' I thought to myself

-

To my surprise school has go on for a week, time really dose flies. I could barely see Liam during the day, he works none stop. He told me he needs to save for something I didn't listen clearly; well shit I was half a sleep

Niall and Zayn always out playing golf as much as they could possibly managed

Lastly Harry is still a fucked up jerk who is everywhere but disappeared every dinner, not to mention he still hadn't come back, it's almost 11pm

I tried to get myself comfortable with my air bed which is running out of air bit by bit. I almost touch the floor with my back every time I snugged in, it's quite small  for me but I have no right to feel bad anyway

I used to own everything I wanted when I was young before my dad turned in to an arrogant snoop. Expensive play station, bike, big room and every type of instruments, everything I wish my siblings would receive today

Dad used to beat me and mom every night, he came back from work drunk almost as much. I tried to beg mom to just get divorced and move out but she didn't want to ruin my education because of her

Scars repeated on my skin almost a good long year, I didn't have a hard time concealing it since he hadn't lost his mind entirely to ruin his fame, mom cried herself to sleep ever nights and the girls are living with my grandparents

Mom decided to move out the next morning, the day i have to meet up with Harry. She found out my scars when I was asleep, she didn't know I go through worse than her because dad figured I was gay before I even know I was

I kept in touch with the boys just to make sure Harry is still in good company, they promised not to tell him anything. He was a very sensitive boy

 I decided to ignore every voice mails texts and calls from Harry so he could move on, I'd rather have him hates me all he want than rooting on with the past

The worst part is I've received every one of his voicemails and texts, every good night and good morning texts, I cried myself to sleep almost forever every times he sent me that he'll be waiting at the park tomorrow

He has moved on so far now, I just wish he doesn't hate me as much.

I hadn't called home since I came and to my surprise my phone started ringing, it was a call from mom, I quickly grabbed the phone and answer it

"Boo Bear!" Mom screamed from the other line with excitement

"Mom! I miss you and the girls so much" I happily reply

"We miss you too Boo, why didn't you call?" she lower her voice, trying to sound mad but giggled afterwards

"I'm just a little busy, so how are you and the girls mom?" I couldn't hold my smile, listening to her went on about Daisy and Phoebe beat up the bully boys at school