That L word

I'm driving down the road... I know I'm speeding but I don't even care. Then a cop pulls me over shit.
" license and- holy fucking shit! Your harry styles!" He begins to smile really big.
" Yes it is me." I manage a fake smile. He puts his pen away and opens up my door. I step out.
" Take a photo with me and no ticket?" He puts his arm around me.
" Sure!" I'm glad I'm getting out if a ticket. We take a picture with his phone then mine. We shake hands and I drive off. I see her house and pull in.
I pound on the door! " Louis answer the fucking door!" I am even more angry he is t answering. I shove my shoulders into the door breaking it off his hinges. I run into the kitchen and see no one. I go to the living room. I see Alyson. She is sitting with her mouth open.
" Where is Louis!" I'm yelling for no reason.
" He is sleeping harry. Now explain to me why you had to bust my door open." She Is trying to keep calm.
" No... Why is he sleeping here he can't do that Allah!" I begin to cry a little. I sick it up. " this isn't fair he can't do that! He kissed me Allah and now he is here with you! What the hell am I suppose to think. He was dumb enough to put his pictures on twitter with you." I hear someone come down the stairs.
" Harry. What.. How did you find me." I stare at him intently.
" Why Louis! You raised up my hopes and then you leave with.. With her!" I can't help but point at her.
" Harry.. Oh harry you need to think!" I can tell he is upset now. " I came here to tell her my feeling about you the ones I've been hiding from myself! So way to go. You could have called if you mad." Louis finishes nodding over to Alyson. I feel like an idiot now. Great. I am so dumb. I turn and run out the door. Not caring where I'm going, I hop in my car and speed out of the driveway. I head away from home. Away from Louis.. Away from life.
I shut off my phone about two hours ago and I'm still driving. I don't really know why I stormed off. Oh wait it's because I'm stupid and broke someone's door for a guy I know will never love me. I'm horrible all I do is go I to people's lives and screw shit up. Louis said he had feelings for me but I know it's not love and that's what makes me mad. It infuriates me.
I pull into a hotel and check in. Some fans spotted me and asked for autographs out my window. I shut the blinds and layed down. I wish Louis would understand what I'm trying to say. I feel a slight pain in my side and remeber I had cut my self earlier. Why am I so dumb. Because I did that for no reason now that I think about it. Why am I even living.... Fucked up styles in a perfect world.

Notes

Okay this one is kind if a filler,