Are We Enemies, Or Lovers?

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Louis POV

After driving like a lunatic, I thought the adrenaline rush would atleast take some of the anger away, but I'm still fucking fuming.

I park my car, and rush to my room just to avoid bumping into anyone right now. I need to think. I can't let myself be pulled back into that place, this place is my new beginning. My chance to be happy, and I will be damn if I'll let a head full of curls and beautiful green eyes fuck that up for me.

I scroll through my playlist trying to find a song that's more appropriate to my mood. But that's the thing, I don't know what I'm feeling or what i want to feel. Should i listen to a song that ignites my fury even more. Should I listen to a song that will allow me to cry away my frustrations. In the end I just lay back on my bed, letting my mind wonder.

A week ago, Me and my mom finally moved to this town. I want to call it shitty but its not really. Or atleast its better than Doncaster. Anyways, I obviously had to be enrolled to a new school to finish the rest of the year. Which schools sucks as it is, but joining in the middle of the second term does not help.

But moving meant, getting away from my problems. So I didn't complain when mom just uprooted us to this town. I guess its not the easiest dealing with the death of your husband in the home you shared with him for 20 years. Some people believe in cherishing memories, and holding on as hard as you can for as long as you can.

Holding on to the memory of him, was painful and the easiest way to move past that pain, was to get out of the house that had memories of him bouncing from every wall. A town where each street was a reminder of who he was, so we left. And I was grateful, i was never really close to the man. But I needed the break, I needed to get away. So in the end it all worked out. I'm not saying I'm glad my father died, I'm just not inconvenienced by his death. Quite the contrary.

When I walked into my first class, and was told to introduce myself. I was irritated, because as much as I don't mind being the center of attention to an audience. I prefer it be one of my choosing. So I look up at these people who had no interest in me.

"Hi, I am Louis Tomlinson."

They look at me, I look at the teacher. She thanks me and tells me to sit down, and the nearest empty seat is next to the most beautiful boy, I t ever seen. I can't help but stare at him. As I move to sit, he pulls the chair forward into the desk and murmurs "sit is taken". And just like that the spell he had over me a mere seconds ago is broken.

I curse under my breath, and I look behind him. I see a boy with soft brown eyes, and a small welcoming smile. I sit besides him.

"Hello mate, I am liam Payne" he puts his hand out for me to shake.

I consider ignoring him, cause I'm fucking annoyed right now. But I decide against it and take his hand.

"Louis Tomlinson" I say. "I know" he replies. To which I raise my eyebrow at him.

"You just introduced yourself to the class right now" the boy with the green eyes shot back at me. "So I don't see why you're surprised that he knows"

I turn from liam to stare at the boy, only to find him looking right at me. Was he listening to our whole conversation. That is creepy right. I ignore him, I turn to liam.

"Oh alright" I say, cause what else could I say. I did not want to talk. So I turn and look forward at the teacher.

The rest of that day was uneventful, in my opinion. Liam offered to sit with me at lunch, I said no. Cause I wasnt hungry, and instead sat under a tree listening to music. When I went to my locker to get my books, i saw the boy with the green eyes. Why do I keep specifically mentioning his eyes, when there is so much about him I could point out. Like the way that Jean is clinging to his fuckin legs like its painted on, which does nothing to make me comfortable in my Jeans. He has one tattoo on his wrist but I can't read what it says, but makes me wonder if he has more hidden under the shirt. Will I ever get the chance to find out?

All my day dreaming comes to an abrupt end, when I feel a fuckin boot stepping on my Vans. I look up cause what the fuck, and I say just that.

"What the fuck?"

"Look where you're fuckin going" the boy I was just day dreaming about says. I look behind him, there's two boys. One with blond hair, and a huge fuckin grin on his face. What the fuck is he so chipper about, I roll my eyes at him. His smile falters, good. On the other side is a beautiful boy, chocolate brown eyes, that have no emotion behind them. He just sort of staring at me like he has no energy to even acknowledge my existence. "Did you hear what I fuckin said?" I'm pulled out of my thoughts to look up at this fuckin green eyed idiot.

"No, what did you say?" I asked, having heard exactly what he said.

"I said..." I cut him off...

" yeah yeah yeah...Look where I'm going alright, well I hadn't anticipated there would be statues in the middle of the fuckin hallway, you could have moved out of my way instead of stepping on me." I finish.

He stares at me, I stare right back. The blonde one clears his throat "H we need to get to class" he says, looking up at, H?... H for what...

"Right" H murmurs and they leave me to get my books out of my locker.

I pull myself out of my thoughts, cause they would all be more or less the same. Harry has been doing little things to taunt me all week, for no fuckin reason. Ofcourse his loyal bodyguards have been behind him, which thinking about it, it's surprising they weren't with him when he came to talk to me today after school.

On Wednesday I finally took Liam's offer to sit together at lunch. He's a nice boy, but I just don't have any energy to put into a friendship right now. But he is smart, there might be benefits to keeping him close. Looking at my biology book at the edge of my bed, definitely benefits I will need.