Lies. Betrayal. Hurt. No words seemed to fit. Everything was wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to be. Not anywhere close to it. But it had happened, and I was alone again.

A sob filled the room as I lied on my bed with my face pressed down in the pillow. I tried not to cry, I tried to ignore, and to get the picture out of my head. But I couldn't. It was too hard. The scene was on replay over and over again inside my head.

"Louis? Are you here?" I opened the door and walked into the somehow clean apartment. I dropped my bag on the floor and walked closer to the bedroom. I didn't even bother to take of my shoes.

"Louis!" I tried to say his name again, but the feeling in stomach, somehow told me to turn around and walk out. I ignored it and moved another step closer to the bedroom. I started to wonder if I was paranoid as the sound of moaning turned louder. I opened the door with one hand and stopped breathing.

I stared at Louis slowly covering himself up and turned away from the girl under him and looked at me. He looked up at me, trying not to meet my eyes, but failed miserably. I felt tears streaming down from my eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but I was already out the door.

I ran away. I had no clue where. Just away. As I ran I felt the pain aching in my heart. I felt the tears burning my eyes. I slowly but surely slowed down and collapsed as a ball somewhere far away from Louis.

Why did he have sex with someone else? Maybe I wasn't good enough. But with a girl? Last time I checked, he was gay. I felt more tears push behind my eyelids. I kept on playing the scene until I fell asleep.

I turned around and looked out the window of my room. I have no clue how I'd gotten here, not that I really cared either. I wanted to fall asleep again, and forget everything, but the knock on my door dragged me away from that plan.

"Harry, there's someone here to see you." I panicked. I heard my mom walk away, while someone else enter the room.

"Harry…Are you okay?" I froze. I'd never heard a voice more concerned. But on the other hand, I'd never been that terrified.

"I'm fine, Zayn." I tried not to show how terrified I was, but it was me. And after what Louis had done to Zayn, he was probably furious.

"I found you passed out in the street, are you absolutely sure that you're okay?" I turned around and faced Zayn. He looked tired and just as depressed as I was.

I gave him a nod, even though I knew he saw the pain in my eyes. "Uhm, this is going to be awkward. But I was wondering if you would join me at Liam's place later today." He turned away as my eyes grew bigger. Zayn knew that Liam was worst. Was this a part of a plan? I couldn't say yes to this. No, Harry. No. Just say it. No. No. No.

"Yeah, sure." What the fucking fuck? What happened to no? I felt stupid for talking to myself but ignored it and gave Zayn a fake smile.

"Really? I know Liam is a bitch to you at school and stuff, but I actually think you'd be surprised to see how he really is." Zayn gave me a smile and stood up from the bed.

"I'll pick you up at five, okay?" I gave him a confirming nod and he walked out the door. I sat still for a couple of minutes before I threw the blanket on the floor and picked some good used jeans and a Ramones t-shirt before I headed for the showers.

Two hours later I was sitting in Zany's' car and I was nervous as fuck. Zayn had noticed and tried to calm me down, but the feeling of being betrayed was still somewhere within me. My phone was still buzzing nonstop, and I saw all the messages Louis sent me, but the thought of him actually cheating on me disgusted me.

"We're here." I looked up from my phone, only to face one of the biggest houses I'd ever seen. My mouth automatically dropped and I could hear Zayn laugh somewhere in the real world. I opened my car door and stepped out, still not managing to understand how anyone could live in a house like that.

"ZAYN!" I quickly dropped my gaze to the ground as Liam's voice was yelled out. I heard him coming closer and I looked up and met his gaze. He moved closer and closer as I felt myself moving towards Zayn.
"Hey, Li. What are we doing today?" I heard Zayn and Liam do some kind of a handshake and hug. I stayed quiet and invisible, but apparently Liam had other plans.

"Zayn, you brought Harry?" I must say I was surprised that Liam called me by my actual name. I raised my head to face Liam as Zayn pushed me friendly in my arm.

I tried to speak normal, but the only sound that came out was a weak and scared voice. "Hi Liam."

"Harry, I'm glad you came. We have so much to talk about." And with that I was dragged in to the life of three of the most popular boys in school.


One month later

After I'd spent the day at Liam's' house, I was invited to the party the next day, and the video games on Sunday. I honestly didn't mind. Liam had taken me under his wing. Zayn taught me to dress "cool" and Niall taught me to loosen up.

When school started the following Monday, I owned the school. Every girl wanted me, and every boy wanted to be me. Liam had told everyone I was bisexual, not gay. I was rude to people, but kept my straight A+'s

I was the teachers dream, and the students' nightmare. I acted like I owned the place, and I loved it. So here I was, standing in the school hall, trying not to get too much attention, I needed Liam at my side to be rude. So I took a deep breath and was about to close my locker as a high voice coughed.

"Uhm, hi Harry, so I was wondering if you were doing anything on Friday?" A girl, pretty cute, blond long hair, brown eyes and way too much make up was standing in front of me. I sighed and closed my locker door before opening my mouth.

"Sorry. I've got plans." I turned around and walked away towards the lunch room, hoping I would meet Zayn, Liam or Niall on the way.
"Harry!" I felt someone jump on my back and I almost lost balance. "Gee, love you too, Niall."

Niall laughed and Liam pulled him down from my back. "Come on, monkey. Let's get you some food." Niall grinned and dragged us into the hall.

As we walked to our normal table I couldn't do anything but to notice the boy sitting there, but apparently, I wasn't the only one.

"What the fuck are you doing at our table?" The boy looked up as Zayn screamed at him. The whole cafeteria turned quiet and all eyes were staring at the clearly new boy.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." He tried to not sound too loud; but that he understood who we were did seem to scare him.

"Get lost. We don't want your excuses." I yelled at him and Liam gave me a high-five. The boy quickly stood up and walked away, and just within minutes, the whole cafeteria was back to normal.

"What was his problem? Jesus Christ." Zayn looked annoyed, clearly not over the fact that someone was sitting by his table.

"Calm down, Zayney." Niall couldn't hold himself from laughing at that point. I gave them all a smirk before I stood up.

"Liam, do you mind borrowing me some money, forgot mine at home." Liam stood up and sighed before he walked over to a random girl. You clearly saw him flirting, and her blushing. I shook my head and sat down, waiting for him to get back.

"So, how are you?" I looked up at Niall who had asked me the question.

"What do you mean?" I knew where he was going at, but I didn't really want to talk about it.

"Whatcha think?" He gave me an are-you-stupid look and I smirked.

"I'm fine. Honestly, it's just weird. I haven't spoken to him after, well, after the day at his house." Niall gave me a supporting look before turning to the food he'd taken from a random person on his way to the table. I didn't really get what was happening around me until I felt Liam shake my shoulder.

"Hm, what?" I looked up at him, as Zayn tried his best to not laugh.

"I said, here's your money, but I'm not going to join you over there." I sighed as I stood up and walked towards the line. Good thing about being popular was that anywhere you went; people would treat you like a celebrity, so within seconds I was at the front of the line.

I bought a bottle of orange juice and a muffin and was on my way back to the table when someone nocked the juice out of my hand.

"What the fuck was that for?" The boy didn't look up, but I knew it was the new kid. He tried to open his mouth, but he couldn't get any words out.

"First you take our table, and then you knock my food out my hand, and then you don't even apologize." And with that, I raised my fist and hit him as hard as I could in his face. He fell to the floor, and I stepped over him and walked over to the rest of the boys.

The whole football team yelled something like "well done" and all the cheerleaders laughed. Zayn, Niall and Liam all gave me a high-five each.

No one had ever really seen me angry, always though I was the little puppy following the boys around, but now, I knew they were just as terrified for me as for the others. I smirked and looked over at the boy who nobody dared to help.

"Harry Styles! Come to my office immediately." I knew that voice, and apparently the others did too. They gave me a comforting clap on the back. I really didn't have a choice as I stood up and followed the teacher out the door and into his office. He closed the door and gave me a sign to sit down.

"What seems to be the problem, Mr. Tomlinson?"

A/N: I am truly sorry for not updating in what seems to be forever, I've just been busy, but I really hope you like this chapter, and yeah. Reviews? :) xx