(LOUIS'S POV)

History class was a drag. You see, the bad part about switching schools so often is that each school has a different learning plan. So I either already went over this or I had no idea what we were talking about. I had already went over this topic about 2 times already. It ended soon and my next class was gym. I was pretty athletic; captain of the footie team and rugby team in some schools. I got dressed in my gym uniform and then sat down on the bleachers.

First day and no friends. I've been to a few schools (9 exactly.) So I think I know how this year is going to go. Either I make a lot of friends the first day or I'm alone for the duration of the year. So your thinking, cool, now you don't have any emotional ties to anyone at this school when you go off to college. You've point but your still wrong. when I don't have anyone to talk to, I become a pot of melting emotions. I get sad and angry. I'm not a happy fellow. I just have to face it; I'll be alone for the year. To busy sulking in my own sorrows that I almost didn't see her come sit by me.

"Hey," she said. I looked up at her and thought that maybe she was talking to someone else. But there she was, her big baby blue eyes looking into mine. "I'm Hannah." She was cute. Her hands and legs were impossibly thin and she had a small frame. Her golden hair was pulled up into a high messy bun that sat on top of her head. Her semi tanned face was showing that she was losing interest. "Heloooo? Now's the time where you say your name." she said while nudging me with her elbow. Sassy, I like it.

"Oh, um Louis." I said shyly

"So Louis are you new here?" she said taking a seat besides me.

I was getting really annoyed with her nosiness,"Look," I said glaring at her,"if you came over here just to push into my business..."

"No," she said quietly," I was in your place lat year. Except for the first week I had five so-called friends who eventually stabbed me in the back."

I immediately snapped out of my self centeredness,"Oh I'm sorry."

"So I understand if you don't want any friends than that's okay, but can you at least pretend to be my friend." she almost whispered.

"Hannah," I said looking into her eyes," I hope I can do more than just pretend."

Her eyes lit up at that and smiled,"Really?"

"Really." sass intertwining into my voice.

She squealed and then gave me an interjetic hug."So, friends?" so friends she said hopefully.

"Friends." I said with a brisk nod.

I was happy to be Hannah's friend. She told me that she likes toms, big sweaters, skinny jeans and shirts that said love sucks and inspirational quotes. It made sense because that was exactly what she was wearing. A gray sweatshirt with a big black heart on it, grey worn in skinny jeans, and pink toms. She was not only pretty, but also very smart. I liked that. She wasn't pretending to be dumb to look cute. Her background is heartbreaking really. She was dared to put a love letter in her crush's locker on valentine's day. Her crush,who I later found out who later was Harry.( Does he sound familiar? That's because he's who was beating the crap out of the kid in the hall earlier in the morning.)

Little did she know that he was in on it and when he found it he didn't just show it to everyone. He posted it all over the internet, made copies, posted it everywhere at school, and to top it all off he even went up to her and recited it to is how the letter went:

I'm broken do you hear me?
I'm blinded cause your everything I see.
I'm dancing alone.
I'm praying that your heart will just turn around.
If I'm louder,
would you see me?
Would you lay down,
in my arms and rescue me?
'Cause we are the same.
You save me,
when you leave
it's gone again.
Why don't you notice me?
Just tell me that I'm the only one for you
I'm already yours
xx Hannah

Then when he finished he said and I quote,'Why would I go out with an ugly cow.' ( I didn't get this cause Hannah was neither fat nor ugly) after she told me that, I wanted to rip harry's arrogant head off. Then when she tried to sit with her "friends" at lunch they told her that they didn't let fat ugly bitches to sit with them. So that lunch she spent the rest of the day in the bathroom crying. She stopped eating and eventually smiling. She told me that today was the first time in a while that she smiled. I was almost in tears when she finished. I gave her a big hug as she we went to lunch.

She hadn't eaten anything yet, which bothered me but my mind drifted to other things,"So who's this Niall Horan guy, cause he wasn't here today."

"Yes he was."

"No he wasn't. Unless he cut class."

"No he didn't cut. He's in the nurse's office. I took him there. I would know." she said sensing my doubting.

"Why is he in the nurse?"

"Harry."

"Oh my gosh that was him? Is he okay."

"Ya. So you know everything about me but I don't know anything about you."

I told her about my schools and my mom and my home life. " I'm bi." I said looking up from my food to check her expression.

"I know."

"Wait what?"

"No completely strait guy would miss a fight to go to class without giving it a second glance. Then ask about it later." she glanced up at me," Plus your jeans." she said with a small smile.

I pouted,"Whats wrong with them?"

"You are the only person I know that can pull of that tight of skinny jeans." she burst out laughing.

"But they show off my butt." I said glumly and looked down at my butt.

"While we're on that topic, let me just say that your but gives all the people here a run for their money."

"Laugh all you want, but you have no idea how many people I have gotten because of my butt."

"Yes! Truly a gift from God!" She said on the verge of hysterical tears.

I winked at her cheekily and that sent both of us into a fit of laughter. After it died down I got serious,"Hannah?"

"Yes, Lou?"

"Do you still eat?"

"My mom put me on a special diet to gain weight, but the truth is that I don't want to eat. It disgusts me. I feel that if I eat that I just give everyone else a reason to call me fat. I already feel huge and if I gain weight," she said sniffling,"no one will ever, ever love me."

I took her shaking hands into mine and said,"Hannah, take it from a half of a straight guy. There will be a guy that you will meet who will come along and love every bit of you and not just because your beautiful but because your smart and brilliant. And Hannah?"

"Yes, Lou?" she said with watery eyes.

"The only part of you that could ever be huge is your heart; trust me."

"For some reason I fee like I could trust you."

"That's cause you can."

From then on out we promised to keep each others secrets and to always tell each other everything. We were two peas in a pod. I mean sure she was fit but I cared about her too much to date her. So we were more like brother and sister.

Throughout lunch I babied her, feeding her carrots like airplanes or chu-chu trains.

"Hannah?"

"Yes, Lou?"

"Are you full?"

"Yes."

"Hannah..." I said eyeing her.

"Fine, guess I'm still a little hungry."

"That's my girl." I said as I put my arm around her. It wasn't awkward. It felt familiar, like I had done this for the past two years. It seems that in that lunch period we clicked. Our eyes, filled with each others secrets, had silent conversations. For some reason, I just knew that I was supposed to be here, with Hannah.

"Hannah?"

"Yes, Lou?" This had kinda become our trademark thing.

"Can you try eating, for me?"

"I'll try."

This was my first friend and I planned on staying with her for a long, long time. That was until I heard a haunting voice.

"Hannah, love, getting over me so soon?"

We turned around and I stepped in front of Hannah. Because standing right before was the king of the douchebags himself, Harry Edward fucking Styles.

Shit.