Blue-Eyed Baby

Chapter One - The First Day

----- THIRD PERSON'S POV -----

Monday 21st September 10:45 am

It was Monday morning when the sun was peeking through Louis' bedroom curtains. He slowly started to blink his tired eyes open.

"Here we go, first day at the newest hell hole," Louis thought to himself.

----- LOUIS' POV -----

Moving colleges within the first month of term, shocking I know, but facing facts I hated going to college in my hometown of Doncaster. Not that I didn't love being around my family all the time, but I felt like I really needed a break. I'm nineteen I should be allowed to do my own thing every once in a while, without a curfew being set. The bullying also played a huge part in my move, I mean who would have thought not even a full month into a new college – yeah that's right it was a new college, I'd already moved once to get away from the bullying – and I'd have heard every possible name in the book about my stupid sexuality. I'm gay by the way, I've known since I was about 13, this was when I started liking one of my childhood best friends. He's long gone now though, I very clearly told him how I felt, and he completely ditched everything we'd already made, he told me 'you're too gay for me' and I haven't spoken to him since. Yeah, that one sucked but I got over it and well here I am now an hour and a half away from home, my sisters and my family. In a strange dorm room at a brand-new college where I didn't even know who my dorm mate was. But at least I have Stan and James, who are they you might ask.

Well, there's Stan the blue-eyed, brunette boy, also known as my best and closet friend for as long as I can remember, he's always been there for me. He moved to Doncaster as a baby after his parents got a divorce, he lived with his mum for the majority of his life, only meeting up with his dad on Thursdays and he's always wanted to go to Manchester so when we started filling out college applications, he only applied to one, Manchester. I don't blame him for leaving me, Manchester is where he was born, his whole family live over here. It was just hard to see him leave but I knew he'd be there for me. He didn't know about the bullying and he certainly didn't know that when I told him I was moving to Manchester it was going to be my third college change in the space of a year. But he was happy to know I'd be back around and be able to see me. He took maths so we're not really in each other's classes but that's fine because I'm still seeing him, and I still know someone.

James on the other hand he's always lived in Manchester, I wouldn't know him if it wasn't for Stan. They became friends a couple days into their first year here because they sat next to each other in maths – yeah James takes maths too. James seemed lovely when I spoke to him on the phone though, I kind of just wanted to get to know him so I wasn't so awkward the first-time meeting. So at least I'm not starting a new college as a total stranger.

The blaring of my alarm finally woke me out of my thoughts, it was 10:45am and it was time to face my fears. Hopefully, Manchester college would be different; I'd find more friends, I'd enjoy my classes but most importantly I'll come to terms with and fully accept the fact that I'm gay. Maybe I'll even get a boyfriend.

I finally pulled myself from the warmth of my bed, covered in navy blue soft sheets, into the shivering cold of my dorm room that I share with one other person, who I haven't actually met yet. He always seems to be out of the room while I'm awake, but it's not like I'm going to take offense to it he probably just has classes or friends to meet and have only been here for 21hours.

I looked around the room that I hadn't fully taken in the surroundings of yet to see that it was pretty small. However, it was big enough to contain two double beds – only the second years got them –, two wardrobes and two desks placed against opposite walls, with a bathroom door between the beds and the exit door straight across from it. I walked towards the ensuite bathroom and began brushing my teeth, afterwards I brushed my fingers through my hair to flatten it and walked out of the bathroom again.