Hated (A 1D fanfic)

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Sawyer hates the thought of school simply because they are there.
Yep, the thought of them gives her chills.
Who am I talking about?
The one and only Louis Tomlinson and his girlfriend Stacey Porter.


12. Punch

*Louis's point of view at lunch*

When I stride into the lunchroom, Sawyer is sitting in her usual seat, alone at a small two-person table. After going through the lunch line, I decide to go sit by her and mess with her, you know, to make up for chickening away from her this morning.

I sit down across from her. She is just looking down at her plate, playing with her food.

"Why hello there, Sawyer." I greet with a cheeky grin plastered onto my face. 

*Sawyer's point of view*

He sits down across from me and starts saying something. I'm not paying attention, though. 

"I said hello. Ya know, the polite thing to do would be say hello back." He says in a mock-nice tone.

"Pfft." I snort. He wouldn't know polite if it flew in and slapped him across the face!

"What was that?" He asks. I glance up, and he has that fucking smirk on his face. Damn it, I can't stand that smirk.

"Louis, I'm done with you, I really am. So can you just leave now? You've succeeded in ruining my life, what else do you want from me?" I say, and get up to leave.

"Oh, no you don't." He growls, grabbing my wrist. He's so much stronger than me, I can't get away, no matter how hard I pull away. "I'm not done with you! I've talked to you. That's more than most people have done." He says, acting hurt.

"Let go! And it's all your fault they don't talk to me!" I exclaim, my voice growing louder and louder.

"Whatever," He says finally, letting go of my wrist and standing up. "Nobody likes you, and that may or may not be my fault. But that's the way it is now. Pfft, I bet your parents even hate you, slut." 

And then, he walks away.

He can say whatever he wants to say about me. I really don't give a fuck. But the second he says something about my parents? Oh yeah, shit is going down.

My eyes follow him as he walks over to his table with Clay, Zach, and all his other little friends. He sits down, and pretends as if nothing has happened. 

And all of a sudden, I can't contain myself. I start walking towards his table, and I can feel the eyes turning to stare at me. 

I put my hand on Louis's shoulder, and he turns his chair around to face me.

"You know what, Louis? I'm done with you. I've put up with your shit long enough." I say, and I punch him square in the nose, but that's only the start of it.

"It's your fault, all of it!" I exclaim, my voice growing louder. "Before you came here, I had just finished reconstructing my life! But then you came in, and kicked all the walls in." And another punch to the face. 

"I had friends!" Punch. "I was happy!" Punch. "I finally felt like I could try again!" Punch.

And then I stop for a moment, and look in his eyes. They are blank, and he is speechless.

"And you know what?" I yell, tears streaming down my face. "You know where I live? With fucking Clay!" My fist rams into his face again. 

"They're dead, Louis. My parents have been dead four years! Freshman year, I lost my family. I was only 14, Louis! And you have the nerve to say that they don't even like me?" I scream, but I'm done punching. I give up.

"I've lost everything, Louis." I try to yell, but it just comes out as a sob.

"I- I'm sorry." He whispers, almost silently.

But I'm not there to hear him. By then, I've turned and ran from the lunchroom. It's silent, except for the sounds of my sobs.

I run out into the hall, and into the girls' bathroom. I put the lid down on one of the toilets, and sit on it with my knees pulled to my chest.

It feels like I've only sat here for a few minutes, but when I check the time on my phone, it becomes apparent that I've been here for an hour.

When I finally settle down, I put my feet on the floor, and survey my hands. My left one is covered in blood. 


I didn't know I was powerful enough to do that sort of damage. 

But I guess when you tear someone apart, and dump all their feelings on the floor, they come out a little lighter. A little quicker. A little stronger.




**I really hope you guys like this chapter! It took forever to write, since I wanted to get everything just right. And please guys, comment, favorite, and tell your friends about this story! My dream is to get this on the first page of the all time popular page! Oh, and most of all, LIKE! The rankings are based on likes, so please like it up!!

Well, I'll see you guys soon! 

This is Allyson, over and out!**


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