Let's Runaway { Larry Stylinson }

Louis pov:
I wake up to an empty fridge like normal. Mum was gone like always. Along with dad. Not sure where they are lingering off to these days. But fuck. Anywhere must be better than here. I walk up into my room and make a left to the bathroom. I quickly turn on the water making it nice and cold. I liked my water cold.
I step In the shower taking precaution on my bare cuts that are a day or two old. They line my arms intently. Hidden by my choices of long sleeve shirts and sweaters. I remember why I did these ones. I was alone and felt the sadness of being alone. The water beats down on them softly. I relax a little taking a deep breath Getting ready for the day... For the year.
after my shower I change slowly. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and an Adidas sweater. I don't have any books or anything I need to bring. I mean it is senior year and it's just the first day. I sort of want to drive to school but when I look at my car I'm immediately embarrassed by the coat of rust that covers the rim of the bumper and hood. So I decide I'm going to walk. Like always.
I don't have any friends. And when I say I don't have any I really don't have any. I was a loner some People like to say. I wanted friends I really did but nobody takes the time to get to know someone anymore. Remember the saying; don't judge a book by it's cover? Yeah well that's all people do these days. It's not about what's inside anymore. It's rather your cool and have the newest styles and trends. They do not hang around long enough to find out what's inside anymore. Of course why anybody would want to know what's inside me.. I don't know.
I walk through the doors and look around. I walk amongst he people shying away from wandering hands and the people taller than me. I walk lazily with my head down once the chaos dies down. I look up to see the people I will be facing this year.
I see the normal ' intelligent ' group probably talking about calculus or something. Then around to the other side of them are the jocks. And among the jocks are Steven, Harry, Niall, Kat, and Kyle. They were all jerks and nothing but trouble. Especially Harry. No heart. No soul. No nothing. And Kat followed him around like a lost puppy. She's annoying as fuck for sure. She has jet black hair and blue eyes. Harry's girlfriend but.. How loyal he or her really are to one another? We will never know. Then there are just the people that hang with the jocks and then random people scattered about. 'RING' I hear the first bell and quickly turn around.
" Out of my way freak!" I feel a boy smash into me causing me to rock back. I grunt and try to move but with no success. " I said move!" He now pushes into me causing me to hit the wall.
" Ow!" I wince. He just laughs and keeps walking along the crowd. God I fucking hate this school. I rush over to my first hour. It's an elective. I'm not even sure what it is. I think it's like a Free hour or something. You just write and read or mess around I guess. I walk in and go to the back table right away.
I hear a loud over exaggerated deep laugh as Harry and Steven walk in. I lean back in my chair knowing if I ignore them they ignore me. This is what I've lived by all these years anyway. Then behind them walk in a skinny boy. Black hair in a little quiff like do. He has a decent amount of facial hair. Senior I assume. I havnt noticed him before. He looks a round and sees me. I relize I, staring and quickly look down. Fuck. He saw me looking at him. What is he going to think. Freak? Loser? Shit.
" Hey.. I'm.. Z-Zayn." I hear a shaky voice say and I pick up my head to see the boy now standing in front of me. A nervous smile plastered on his face.
" Hi. I'm Louis." I smile feeling slightly awkward.
" anybody sitting here?" He says.
" No.. No one. You can. If you want." I move my stuff over so he can put his down. He takes a seat next to me and exhales deeply.
" I just moved here. I'm with my dad he owns some factory or something." He's trying to start small talk.
" That's cool. Not much to this town. Lived here my whole life." I laugh a little. I don't understand why he is even trying to talk to me. But I like it.
" my dad keeps saying, There opportunity in Doncaster son!" He mimics in a deep groggily voice. I laugh out loud and he smiles. I guess you can say I'm making a "friend".
The second bell rings and everyone sits down still chattering. Harry and Steven sit somewhere in the front while Zayn and I hang back.
" Hello. This is a class where you guys literally do nothing. Enjoy. But remember this isn't a time to roam the halls. It's simply not a class it's just an.. Hour." The teacher says sitting down. He's a man and his attention is quickly drawn to his phone.
I keep rolling back and forth in my chair as Zayn wacthes the rest of the class.
" I would advise you don't hang with them." I say pointing over to harry as they are throwing paper around like animals.
" Yeah. They don't seem to .. Friendly." Zayn mutters out. Then he looks at me. " I think me and you will be good friends though. You seem nice." I freeze a little when he says that. I meanobody has really wanted to be my friend. But then some mysterious boy walks in here seeking my attention.
" Yeah we will. I'm easy to get along with." I smile. I'm Not sure if that's completely true but oh well.
so this is a memory I won't forget.
my first friend was a new boy.. Senior year. A boy who may actually take to that old saying.
'dont judge a book by it's cover'

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