•Louis•

*

"But I love you?" I said confused.

He laughed in my face. "You think I loved you? You think I ever cared? You meant nothing to me, face it Tomlinson you were nothing but a sex toy," he said, his brown eyes flashing with enjoyment.

I was at loss for words.

"You don't mean that, you're lying," I said, I refused to believe it. I refused to believe that the guy I loved had done this, had lied to me for the past year, had made everything seem so worthless.

"I'm not, that's the fun part," He said, flipping his dark black hair to the side.

"I HATE YOU," I screamed at him. He simply laughed.

"No you don't," he said with a smirk. I slammed my hand into his chest. He laughed and pulled them aside.

"You were fun while it lasted though," Jake said. He flipped his dark brown fringe to the side, dropping his hands by his side.

"I," I was loss for words.

"Goodbye Louis," Jake said, without a moments hesitation he was gone through the door, his arms flexing under the suns beams.

I fell back deeper into my house. I was alone, the one thing that had brought me joy was gone.

Gone.

I refused to cry, I refused to break down.

I refused to feel. I ran upstairs, slamming open my bedroom door and ran to my closet. Opening it, I grabbed all my clothes, all the loose old jeans, the loose colorful clothes. I threw it everywhere, screaming at it, blaming it.

Surely if I hadn't dressed like that? Like a complete wimp, he would have cared?

Lies, he lied about everything. Why had I believed it? I deserved it didn't I?

Brushing my hands through my fringe I tried to compose my thoughts. To no luck, I just stared dumbly at the mess that I had created.

Maybe if I changed, things wouldn't be like this? I wouldn't be overplayed.

Fuck love.

Fuck feelings.

It's all a load of bullshit anyways.

*

"LOUIS" I heard a voice shout, I slowly turned around, letting the horrible memory succumb itself back in to my mind.

"What?" I asked annoyed.

"You were zoning out?!" Zayn said, raising a lit cigarette to his lips. My eyes flickered towards it, I ran my tongue on my lower lip, Zayn saw the action and passed it over. Immediately I breathed in the toxic fumes, inhaling it but at the same time letting most of my worries go.

Why was I remembering that day? I had sworn to myself to never bring that day back. To never make myself that weak, that vulnerable ever again.

"What's happening?" Zayn asked, keeping his eyes on me.

"Nothing," I said back nonchalantly.

He looked like he didn't believe, and even though I just wanted the damn conversation to end it didn't.

"How did things really end with Marcel?" He asked. I cocked my eyebrow.

"It's Marcel now isn't it? Not geek boy?" I asked him.

He gave a glare but said nothing else waiting for my answer. I sighed, "nothing, I just...lost my taste for his dick is all," I said, throwing in a cheeky grin, to rid him of any other wondering thoughts.

Zayn grinned, "Okay, I guess that makes sense, good you did that, I don't think he could have handled what you really wanted him for," he said truthfully.

I looked down at the cigarette in between my fingers, I brought it back up to my lips.

"Yeah, you're right," I said.

He looked shocked at my words, but quickly turned back to the tv. "He deserves someone better," I mumbled more quietly.

Don't be weak.

Don't be weak.

Don't let anyone ever know.

•~•

•Marcel•

"You two had a thing didn't you?" Candy asked me quietly, as I waited with her for her ride.

I was confused at what she meant, but soon remembered that she had been there when Louis and I had, had our little episode.

"I guess..." I mumbled, I didn't want to talk about it. She was alright, but I didn't want to talk about it especially to a girl who I had barely known for a day.

"May I ask, what happened?" She asked quietly.

I didn't say anything, I just remembered his words.

"I just wanted you for sex,"

"You think I would ever love you?"

Maybe he hasn't said those exact words, but the way he had said everything else he might as well have had it tattooed across his head.

Honestly what had I thought? That he would fall in love with me? Ever since that day in detention, I had known, I had known exactly what he had wanted. I had told myself and tried to stop myself from doing anything with him, from not getting hurt.

I didn't listen.

I had admitted it to myself long ago that I was in love with Louis Tomlinson.

I was in love with the one person that had brought me both emotional and physical pain. I was in love with the one person that would never love me back.

"Just, high school drama, the geek falls in love with the bad boy, but unlike in movies, he doesn't end up with him in the end," I found myself saying.

Candy's brown eyes were big with surprise, and slight shock. I brushed my curls from my face, Forcing a small smile.

"He loves you too right?" She said.

I looked at her shocked. "What?" I said confusedly.

"He loves you also," she said a little louder.

"What makes you say that?" I asked, hearing a cars horn beep. She looked at me astonished that I was just realizing that.

"When I saw him in the hall earlier today, he had tears, and was mumbling something, sorry I have to go, we'll talk about it later okay?" she said as she ran towards a light blue car parked some feet away.

I stood still, as she waved and got in and soon she was gone too. I was left in the small school parking lot alone in my own thoughts.

To think Louis loved me, was more absurd then anything I had ever heard. I turned around and began to walk my way home. Candy's word flickered through my mind but didn't have a permanent stay, what she had said was crazy.

Crazy...

But maybe not impossible?

•~•

[1 month later]

•Louis•

After failing miserably and trying to talk to Marcel that one day. I completely stopped, not that I didn't want to.

I just couldn't.

I didn't want the same thing to happen to him, like it had happened to me. I didn't want him to turn out like me over a pathetic little crush. He needed to stay a nerdy goofy little shit.

If that meant to stay away, then so be it.

"Lou!" Zayn shouted.

"What?" I shouted back from where I stood by the couch.

"Go get laid man! You're too bitchy nowadays, well you've always have been, but now you're more than usual," Zayn said, giving me a pointed look. I flipped him off, and just took a longer drag in from the cigarette in between my lips. Slightly wincing at the pain in my arm, earlier that day I had gotten another tattoo.

A swallow that fell from my elbow to my wrist.

I had just wanted it is all. So, maybe it wasn't because I had overheard Marcel say his favorite bird was that. Hell no.

"Leave me alone Malik!" I said back. He just shook his head, as he took out his phone.

"Oi! We got a job tonight!" He said, standing up.

I groaned, "when and where?" I asked him.

"Tonight at 6789 Mathew Street," Zayn said reading from the text.

That wasn't so far away. "Time?" I asked impatiently.

"Im getting there....At 11," he finished off with.

"Whatever," I said walking back to the kitchen, staring out the window. Not willing to think about the past months events. Not willing to think at all.

Willing away the looks of a smug Liam when he caught me glaring at their table last week.

Willing away the memory of the blush that Marcel had on his face earlier today because he had gotten an answer right, and no one had made fun of him.

Willing away the thoughts of the months before, of him.

It just had to all go away.

I ran a hand through my disheveled hair, when had I let something like this eat me out? WHEN DID I FUCKING LET MYSELF CARE?!

Oh that's right.

The day I fell in love with Marcel.

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A/N

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