He saw the meatheads again today.
That's what Louis had started calling them not two seconds after they began to attack him.
He hoped they would've forgotten about him over the long weekend but they didn't.
It wasn't as bad as last time, though.
When Louis was walking back to his locker, which is conveniently placed in the darkest, least supervised spot in the hall, they pushed him against it and roughed him up a bit, tried to smear the lipstick off his lips, and before they left, the same one from last time smacked his bum before walking away.
Louis has thought about doing bad things.
Really bad things.
But then he hears his mom's soothing voice saying, "My boy is so special. He's going to do such special things."
It makes him not want to hurt himself.
But he doesn't know if it's enough.
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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...
