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❝ L O U I S ❞

how do you feel when every eye is on you? how do you feel when you are the centre of attraction? isn't it amazing?

with every next step i took down the hallway, every eye turned towards me, mouths gaped open, i giggled when they gasped and rolled my eyes when i passed some people. it was as if i owned the damn place. hell yeah! i owned them. some were even blinking their eyes as if they thought they were dreaming. i love this feeling, the feeling of every ounce of attention on me. it gave me a sense of superiority. something i haven't felt in a long time.

"is that louis tomlinson?"

i wanted to turn and yell 'yes' but they weren't worth it.

as it reached my locker, i could hear them whisper behind my back, the shock in their tone was music to my ears. i could feel someone had just walked up to me, standing behind my locker door. i knew who it was, i could recognize those boots from anywhere. i could recognize the smell of cologne from a mile away.

it was him;

harry styles.

brushing it off, i slammed the locker shut and turned to leave when i heard him gasp.

"jesus fucking christ!"

i turned on my heels to face him and smirked. "tsk tsk... you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"is that- are you- uh" -he struggled to form any sentence. it was evident, his green eyes were wide and pink pouty lips were parted apart. i wanted to laugh loudly, and i did. this is all i ever wished for and i got it.

"are yo-you... — uh louis tomlinson?"

as my laughter doubled over, it attracted a huge crowd. within a few minutes, we were surrounded by a lot of students, students who enjoyed every dramatic scene. students who never missed a single scene happened in this place we call our highschools. students who love drama unless it involves them. fucking pathetic.

it took my laughter another minute to die down, but he was still spiraling. caught in his own thoughts. his vicious thoughts.

"yes." i sneered. "i'm the same louis tomlinson. the fatso. the louis fatlinson. and your favorite— ugly louis." i smirked at the last part.

"but you— you are not—

"yes!" i yelled. "yes, i am not fat anymore."

harry looked like he could collapse at any further moment, he stumbled against the lockers, creating a harsh bang sound.

"i can't believe my eyes. this has to be some dream. slap me. someone please slap me. someone fucking slap—

*smack*

the slap was loud and serendipitous. my heart danced in joy. it didn't take me a minute to raise my hand and swing it across his face. a wave of satisfaction washed over me.  my heart felt at ease. slapping the one person whom i used to like, who hurt me, who broke me, it felt so good. so so good.

the boy was still holding his hand against his cheek, sporting the same shocked expression on his face like every single person around us had.

a smile spread across my lips. "if that was good enough to wake you up from your dream then my work here is done."

with that i turned away from him and walked away, just like that day. but the only difference was, i was smiling.

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❝ 'cause darling i'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream. ❞
— Taylor Swift

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17/10/2020

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