I hate you...but I love you » L.S

I'll have myself covered in mud for you

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It was in eighth grade when things for Louis went down hill. Not his social status, no, but his family's financial condition.

He watched from behind the door as his mother and father fought. He cried in his bedroom, that was all he could do.

He had to leave his old house, shifting into a house which was literally falling apart.

His father had lost his job, his mother's business was near to a nothing. His father started gambling and well drinking. His mother worked all day in the hospital to keep his food in front of him.

Louis felt useless, even more ignored.

One day his father came home late, woke him up from his sleep and beat him to a plump, muttering "You're useless." Over and over again.

Louis had never felt that bad about himself  than he did that day.

The next day when he went to school Zayn noticed the bruises and Louis told him everything.

Zayn held him tightly and told him everything would be okay.

Harry still didn't talk to him.

Louis could just watch with a sad face as Harry passed and didn't even spare him a glance. Louis couldn't help but feel more bad about himself.

He kept his strong facade up though.

When his clothes became too tight for him, too small, he asked Zayn for his because his mother didn't have enough to provide for that.

One day his mother had, surprisingly, bought him a new t-shirt.

Louis was happy because his mother cared.

He went to school with a skip in his step, even called Harry a loser to have him look at him.

But now when Louis looked into Harry's eyes, his breath hitched, his heart pounded in his chest and if it were up to Louis he'd never look away.

But Harry did, he pushed past Louis and all Louis could do was stare.

That day when Louis was going back home he saw Harry.

He was walking with his headphones in, lost, not seeing the huge puddle of muddy water the rain had left behind.

Louis was sure Harry would have stepped into it from the way Harry was walking.

Louis imagined the frown on Harry's face when he'd discovered his stained pants, imagined the look of distress and embarrassment as he walked home in those clothes. What if Harry's mother scolded him for that? Louis didn't like it when his mother scolded him. He wouldn't let Harry go through that.

So he ran forward, diving into the pool of muddy water, ruining his new white shirt.

Harry was brought out of his trance by that sudden movement. A few splashes of the water stained his pants. It wasn't much just a few drops, his mom wouldn't mind.

He looked at Louis in front of him, now covered in mud.

Who does this kid think he is? Harry thought. He could've gotten Harry all dirty. Harry didn't like that.

Louis grinned upto him and Harry gave him an annoyed look and walked away.

When Louis went back home with his mud stained shirt his mother scolded him, hit him a couple of times and told him to clean it up by himself.

Louis smiled as he put his t-shirt separately into the machine and waited for it to get cleaned. He'd saved Harry the trouble, that's all that mattered.

Harry whined as his mother took his pants and put them into the machine, telling him it's nothing just a few drops that it could've been worse.

Louis folded his new shirt, which still had a stain on it, and kept it in his small cupboard, he ignored as his mother cursed at him and told him she'd never get him anything ever again. He thought about Harry's green, green eyes and smiled.

Harry frowned and pulled his sheets over himself, falling into a deep slumber while thinking how Louis was an idiot and how much he hated him.

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