Louis wore a skirt to school for the first time today.
It was black and pretty, came up about mid thigh and swooshed when he walked. He really loved it.
The meatheads at school aren't allowed to touch Louis anymore after he told Miss Laura what they have done or else they'd get expelled but they still talked about it, about him.
He hates how their words still affect him.
Like when they call Louis an idiot so he fails to raise his hand in class.
Or when they talk about what an unsightly face he has and he wastes more time standing dully at the mirror.
Or even when one of them made a comment about how Louis wore oversized sweaters because he was trying to hide his fat and he skipped lunch.
They're so vulgar. Louis wishes he had selective hearing so he could only listen to the nice, pretty, flowery things some people say.
Like Lily.
She said something about how the skirt complements the shape of his legs and that it looked nice. Louis had learned to be more careful and watch when people were lying but she was wearing a genuine smile on her face.
He quite likes Lily.
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The Story of a Female Boy Named Louis (Larry Stylinson AU)
FanfictionLouis is just trying to get by. Which is pretty hard if you prance around in skirts, feel like you eat too much, have a dead mother in heaven constantly reminding you of how special you are, an absent father who lives at his job, have idiots at scho...
