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Chapter Three

Louis POV
The triplets. What do I think about them? Well they're nice, and kind of hot but I didn't say, think, that. Marcel is probably the nicest out of them, but Edward is cool and Harry is... well I haven't really talked to him all that much. He seems nice but I think he's just waiting for something to happen. Good or bad? I don't know.

Yes, I stared at Harry but it was simply because he was just.. there. It wasn't on purpose. Although I can say I'm glad I did because I could see the way he squirmed when he could still feel me watching him, the way he had goosebumps when my eyes would roam his body, the way he gulped when we made eye contact.

His eyes... they're like this green that's so beautiful that you just don't want to look away. Marvels are a dark green while Edwards are very..mysterious I guess. Harry's are a mix of date green and light green but also have a bit of blue. It's funny because my eyes are blue but if you look closely you can see a bit of three shades of green.

I've learned that marcel loves his family more than anything. He's sweet but can be a bit dominant at times. Apparently their family goes Harry, Edward, Marcel, then they have an older sister named Gemma, and a younger sister named Brooke.

Edward is nice. He try's to talk a lot and the way his voice sounds is adorable to me. I know he's deaf and that he can't hear me so when I want to say something I ask marcel or sometimes Harry to help me tell him. They've taught me a few words I can say in sign language. I know how to say hello, how are you (how-you) Whats up, are you ok (You- finger-spell OK) and what time is it (time-what?)

Edward also likes to draw. He's actually really good at it. He showed me something he did in his old art class on the way to lunch. Harry's a singer boy. I really want to hear but he doesn't want to and I don't want to upset him by asking again so I haven't. Marcel loves to write. He writes book, poems, or songs for Harry to sing.

They wouldn't tell me why they moved and again, I don't want to be annoying so I didn't ask. You see, I have this fear that people are going to hate me because I'm annoying. It started a long time ago when my dad was around still. He would always tell me that I was annoying and that I was an embarrassment to the family. He would yell at me and throw things. But it stopped once my sister was born. He left after that. My mum got remarried and had more kids so now I have a lot of siblings.

It goes Me, Charlotte (lottie) Felicity (Fizzy) Daisy and Phoebe (the older twins) and Ernest (Ernie) and Doris (dory) I also have another half sister named Georgia.

Me and my sisters and brother are close, there's always a lot of bickering but we love each other.  After my dad left I told lottie my fear and she was there for me. She told me she didn't care if I was being annoying at times she just told me that she knew I was going to get big. It's kinda weird because she's younger than me and yet she gave me so much hope. The fear isn't gone though. Honestly don't think it ever will be.

Yes, I am the captain of the football team and yet I feel like I'm always annoying someone. It's kind of sad really. People think I'm always confident but they don't know that everyday I go home I cry myself to sleep because I think of at least one thing I've done wrong and assume everyone hates me for it.

I remember in third grade everyone would laugh at me because they thought I was stupid because I couldn't get any answers right. Turns out a few years later they were begging for my forgiveness simply because I knew how to kick a ball across a field. Me being me, I accepted their apologies because I didn't want to be mean. Now that doesn't mean I accepted their friend requests.

I'm seen as a funny guy, good looking and a good player on the field. But honestly the only reason I keep trying to be funny is to get people to not hate me. I don't think I'm good looking and I'm certainly not a good player. They only let me in because they felt bad for me. I try to be a confident lad but in reality I'm sitting in my room having panic attacks every night.

Anyways, enough sad shit. I'm just putting this out there, I'm gay. Like, extremely gay. Sometimes I like to put on a dress just for the hell of it. If you don't like that then all I have to tell you is I stand taller than you all. (I really tried to quote a part of walls right there (the part that goes "now I stand taller than them all")but i don't think it worked)  If you are homophobic you can leave with your shitty attitude and your fake wife (or husband) that's cheating on you with a nice man (or woman) who cares about her safety unlike you. We don't need you. Bye bitch.
Louis out.
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Ok wait I'm almost at a hundred reads?! WHAT THE FOOK BITCH?  Thank you all for you kindness now I can gladly die in peace.

Also I know it's kinda short but please go with it.

This is definitely my favorite chapter btw. I don't know why, I think it's because some of Louis backstory in this is kind of like my life. Like how his dad treated him, it's my brother for me. And how he thinks he's always annoying.

Anygays! Have a good day lads!