Try Hard { Larry/Larcel FanFiction } *EDITING IN PROCESS*

Chapter 4 - All about Louis

“@Louis_Tomlinson: ut Louis

@EleanorJCalder Bravery?” – Tweet Quote from: Louis Tomlinson

Louis xx Pov

“Louis get down here!” My dad shouted from downstairs I groaned, why does he have to ruin the silence of my room, I slowly stood up from my comfortable bed i was laying on since i got home today, and made my way down the stairs and in to the kitchen

I saw my Dad sitting on a chair in front of the dinner table filled with 3 plates of food, I excitedly jumped to my casual seat and got ready to be serve, as a person who doesn’t like being babied or at least being treated as a prince i would’ve served myself the food

But my dad wouldn’t allow it, he always gives me the usual talk of “We hire maids for a reason, either you don’t eat or you let them do their work” I love food – i mean who doesn’t—so i let them serve me, my dad only cares about his money being worth it that’s why he doesn’t allow me serving myself, I hate it though

Marzia plopped down the plate of my food in front of me she smiled and winked at me, she was my age and she was attractive, but girls really aren’t my type, I like—love—boys and that is final, but my dad doesn’t know that, the people who knows it are the people in school, good thing there is Zayn who can beat the shit out of the people who refuses to keep my secret, so my dad never knew I’m gay

After i finished eating i thanked them for my food and i quickly ran to my room locking it and went to my bed and took out my journal from the bedside drawer, some people call it diary, but i call it journal, but any normal person can call it both, because it’s actually just the same.

Dear Diary,

It’s been a hard day for me, first i wanted to know where Marcel lives and well isn’t it a coincidence that he lives at the same house Harry used to live in, and well there’s something worse than that, I saw him being forced to kiss near his house

And I felt weird, somehow jealous, I didn’t even know why, but my instincts kicked in and so i attacked the guy, he got away though, which is probably bad, but I’m hoping he was just some kind of drug addict or some other shit on drugs or something

Something inside me hurt when i saw him getting hurt and getting force to do what he doesn’t want to do, but i ignored it, it’s better to just ignore it

Marcel came to me in the cafeteria which i liked because he remembered promising to meet me there, he mentioned something about a concert and i flashed back on harry and I’s first date, it was on a Leeds festival and I bought him the “I can’t change” bracelet that he wore everyday since that special memorable day.

Since the day I talked to Marcel, I have been having this flashbacks around him, that’s why i didn’t get disappointed when he rejected my offer on coming with us on the weekends, I was somewhat happy, because I can remember Harry without feeling guilty of remembering him

And somehow I’m also happy that he won’t get hurt by the plan we originally had for him I’m hoping the boys won’t do that to him, I’ll try and explain it to them

So that’s what happened to me today, full of drama and a blasts from my painful yet memorable past

Oh harry if only you were here..

- L x

I put my pen down and my journal and stashed it inside my drawer locking it, I got up and went to the bathroom i looked at myself in the mirror and another flashback came