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CHAPTER 1
Louis couldn't breath.
His body was in pain, he felt hands all over his body.
He tried to scream,but nothing came but a whimper.
"Lou..." He heard a voice call his name,but it sound so far.
"Louis." The voice was clear now.
He shot his eyes open,he was panting getting as much oxygen as he could. He was shivering but his body was covered in sweats. And he felt a hand touch his arm,he tensed by the touch. He looked to his side and see Liam,his best friend and his roommate, stood beside his bed with concerned look in his face,and Louis relaxed to see him.
"Lou, you okay?" Liam asked, concerned.
Louis took a deep breath to calm himself. "What time is?"
"7.20."Liam answered. "Bad dream again?"
Louis sighed, he couldn't lie to Liam, they know each other since toddlers, although Liam was 4 years older than him,but it couldn't stop them for being best friend,and now they were brothers. After Liam helped him to run from his abusing parents and their terrible neighbourhood 2 years ago, Louis had noone but Liam.
"It's okay Li, just a dream."
Liam still looked at him in concern,but he knew Louis so well,so he refused to push him even more. "So better you get ready for school, I have your favorite pancakes for breakfast."
Louis gave him a small smile, " Thanks Liam."
Louis jumped out from his comfy bed and headed to the bathroom after Liam left. He finished his morning routine and wear his black skinny jeans and his green hoodie, slipped on his old vans and headed to the kitchen.
"What shift you have today?" Louis asked while eating his pancake.
"Noon, I'll leave at 11 so I have some time to go grocery, our fridge is almost empty."
Liam worked as a dishwasher in a fancy restaurant downtown, not a precious job but at least the payment was fine to pay the rent and buy some food. And Louis, well he had a job too at night. A job that he and Liam hate so much and he kept it as secret from anyone, especially anyone from his school.
"Okay, and I'll pay the electricity bills, it came yesterday." Louis said, and shoved his last piece of food. "I have an early appointment today,so don't wait me for dinner."
Liam frowned, "Lou, you know you don't have to do this. You can quit and..."
Louis sighed, here we go, he hated this kind of conversation in the morning. He stood immediately, cut Liam's word, grab his plate and put it in the sink. He grabbed his school bag and slung it in his shoulder, he stood there for awhile before he left.
"I can't quit, not now. I need this job".
And he walked out, heading to the hellhole called school.
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Louis stepped in the school ground, it was still early so the school was still empty, just a few students were there. He sighed and pulling his hoodie to cover his head and hide his face, he didn't want to be noticed and walked under the radar. He walked down the corridor to his locker,his eyes fixed on the floor. He heard someone shouting,just like calling someone, but he ignored it, he didn't care. He had no friend, so no one would call him, right? And he wasn't popular, even maybe half the school didn't know his existence, no one paying attention to him, let alone befriended with him.
Louis shoved his books for his first period into his bag, zipped it and close his locker. He felt a hand on his shoulder, he tensed.
"Why didn't you answer when I called you, faggot?"
He knew this voice.
He turned around and look at a raven haired boy with a pair of brown eyes. He was tall and intimidating, he was the school jock Zayn Malik. He and his friends, Nick Grimshaw and Harry Styles were his bullies since the first time he came to this school. They were in the most popular group in school, not just because their look, but they were from filthy rich families. They had everything that Louis didn't.
He dropped his gaze to the floor, he felt Zayn grabbed his shoulder tighter.
"How rude! Look at me when I talk to you, fag!"
Louis looked up, he flinched by the name calling. He was openly gay, and that was one reason he was bullied.
"What do you want?" He asked, his lips trembling.
Heard a chuckle, it was Nick. "Pathetic".
And Harry snickered.
"Listen, fag", Zayn sighed dramatically. "We don't want anything from you. Why do we need to? Look at you!" And with that Zayn pull Louis' hoodie from his head, made his hair looked messier. And they were laughing at him.
"I wonder why are you still here Tomlinson. You're just waste of space", Nick said coldly.
"He can't even afford himself a proper clothes", Harry said, eyeing Louis' worn out grey hoodie that was 2 size too big to his small frame. "Have your parents heard about charity sale, Tomlinson?".
Louis looked down, a single tear fell. They had no idea, they didn't know about his terrible parents, about the terrible things they'd done towards him and that he no longer living with his parents. He ran from his past.
"Oh, little Louis is crying", Zayn said mockingly. "Faggot!"
Zayn punched him in the stomach, made him double over and growl in pain. And before he could process the pain, he was shoved against the locker,his back and his head hit the locker hard,made his vision blurry and he felt dizzy. And when his vision was clearer, instead of Zayn, he saw a pair of green eyes staring at him. Harry pulled the collar of his hoodie.
"Next time, answer when we call you,fag", Harry said sternly, his voice was deep and raspy, made it more intimidating.
Louis nodded, he learned better to say nothing. And Harry pushed him hard and then motioning his friends to leave.
Louis slid down, he pulled his knees to his chest, buried his face between them. He let out small sobs as he cried. He felt worthless.
Some students could only watch from a far, no one dare to help him. No one wanted to be the next target if Zayn and his friends knew that they helped Louis. Everyone knew they could do anything, they had a power in school because of their parents. And it was better not to mess with them, or else.
But there was a boy who standing across the hall, he watched Louis with sad eyes. He wanted to help him, but he didn't know what to do. The boy with bright blue eyes and blonde hair, he walked towards Louis and kneel in front of the poor boy.
"You alright mate?" He asked, concerned. He had a thick Irish accent.
Louis tensed, and when he looked up he saw a boy with blonde hair. He saw this boy give him a small smile, but he looked concerned. He wiped his tears stained cheeks, he didn't want anyone see he cries.
"You need to see the nurse?" He asked again.
"N-no, thanks" Louis stuttered, wincing in pain as he tried to stand up.
The bell rang, the first period would start in 5 minutes.
"I have to go." Louis stated, and walked slowly to his class leaving the blonde haired boy.