bruises || stylinson

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Harry

I hate math. No matter how hard I try I just don't understand it and my head ends up hurting. Even the most basic math just does not make sense to me for some reason. Homework in particular is a struggle because no one seems to want to help me and then I end up doodling all over the paper.

Tonight's homework is currently covered with a rose on one side because I decided to try and impress my teacher. She loves flowers and always seems to talk about her own personal garden so maybe the rose will convince her to give me a higher grade.

I've put more work into this doodle than the homework, probably because trigonometry is the equivalence of me reading something in a foreign language. It looks as if it could make some sort of sense, but then I try it and I'm left feeling like I just went into a battle.

Shane is amazing when it comes to math, but he never gives me his homework to copy. He was raised in a sink or swim type of family and only takes that mentality when it comes to school work. I really hate him for that because I've nearly failed math three times because he wouldn't help me.

If I do fail I'm going to drop out of school and become an artist. I don't think being a tattoo artist requires a college degree so I could just do that to make actual money and sell my drawings on the side. That way I will still have a steady income of sorts and won't be homeless.

"Harry come down here, you have a guest." My mom yells up to me, seeming not too sure of if she should be yelling. I don't blame her, I don't ever get guests except for Shane. Well that and the one-time Louis decided to climb through my window.

Also, it's a weeknight, the weirdest time for anyone to come and visit. I have school tomorrow and they probably do too so they should have just called me. I'll just send them home so I can finish my work and they can do whatever they have to do.

I try to push myself up off of my black and white checkered bedspread, but I end up just moving a bit forward onto my homework. Great now it'll be crumpled and unfinished, I look like I care even less.

"Who is it?" I yell down as I get up, careful to not hurt my homework even more. If it's Shane I may not let him leave, I'll steal him and force him to do my homework in exchange for food. He loves a good brownie so I may be able to bribe him.

I make it down the stairs before she answers to see my mom with a smug look on her face. "I was just telling your friend about how happy I am that he actually used the door." She retorts and motions to the front door.

Louis pops his head past the door frame and smiles at me like him showing up is totally normal. That little shit has so much explaining to do and I really don't know whether to sit him down and talk or make out.

Nope no making out, he showed up out of the blue once again I need to know why. At least this time he chose to walk in through the front door and not make me think that he's murderer coming in to kill me.

This also means that I will not be finishing that math homework. I'm going to grill him for at least an hour and then maybe we'll stop and have a dinner break. Needless to say, I'm ready to go into full on interrogation mode.

"I know that this is kind of abrupt, but I needed to see you." He tells me and walks through the door. His wrist is properly bandaged and he doesn't seem to be breathing as poorly as he was before. He actually took my advice and went to a doctor, I didn't think that he would do it.

That helps a little bit, to know that he got himself fixed up. I would have been so pissed if he showed up here the same or even worse condition than before. Now I know that when he left he wasn't just running away from me.