Saturday Detention [Larry/Nosh/Ziam]

Okay, I love 'dont you forget about me' and i absoulty want to see the breakfeast club because it sounds soooo good! I heard the song in pitch perfect, but i love the orginal better <33

I do not own one direction. sadly. :/

Primadonna Girl on da side----------->

Louis Tommo on da side-------------->

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*Louis' POV*

I sighed, brushing my hair from my face. Licking my lips I looked at myself in the mirror. I sniffed and patted the soft mackeup over my small pimple witch was barely there, the makeup blending in with my skin. I inhaled, leaving my mouth open as I exhaled.

'Shake it' by Metro Station was in my room and I frowned before smiling, covering up my saddness. I'm one of those, 'Sassy bitches' as you say. I'm Louis Tomlinson, a boy. Yes. A gay boy. I'm rich, and everyone thinks I have the most perfect life, when I don't.

Sure, I'm gorgeous, all the boys are gaga after me, and I'm flawless, but it's not my fault. Okay, that sounded like a self-centered bitch. Well, I'm not really perfect. My family life is torn apart. My sisters live with my dad, while I live with my mom and her boyfriend.

Licking my lips, I pulled my red suspenders over my blue and white polo and checked my-self in the mirror.

All I saw was flaws. Fat thighs, small ankles, messy hair, small nose. But everyone called me gorgeous and I didn't know why. I put my phone in my back pocket and walked across my room and picked up my backpack, sliding it on my back, before updating a picture to instagram, and facebook.

Sighing I put my phone back in my pocket, and walked out of my room full of posters and down the stairs to the front door. I pulled the pen off the fancy dresser near the door and wrote I ate breakfest (witch I didn't) before walking out the door.

Looking around, I saw the bus leave the bus-stop. I quickly, started running, screaming for it to wait for me.

It didn't wait for me.

Glaring at the red bus that rounded the corner, I huffed and started walking in the direction of school. My life is full of lies. If you saw me, you'd think I was a fun, out-going, always happy person who listens to Justin Bieber and Austin Mahone.

I listen to Jb, yeah, but I mostly listen to Sleeping Witth Sirens and Adam Lambert, plus many diffrent artists. Like Of Monsters And Men, for example. My family life is bad. I barely see my mom, and my maid, Maria (typical maid name), basically raised me.

My friends called me a Pandora Diva, witch I don't really mind since I am really bossy and sassy. I only take the bus because I don't want a car. Sighing, I gave up walking to school and sat on a bench with a photo of some famous lawyer.

I pulled out my phone, and scrolled through the notifications on instagram. 123 likes, 50 comments. Seems legit. On facebook I have 150 notifications, 16 friend request and 23 un-read messages. Of course. Sighing, I looked through my text messages before I got bored and slid it back in my ocket. ''Ey' Princess!'' I heard a firmiliar male voice yell in front of me.

Oh god. Looking up, I saw the shiny red camero in front of me, and I rolled my eyes. Harry Styles. I hate the guy. He always flirts with me, and calls me......princess. He was basically the lady man...and boy man...I guess.

He was pretty hot. He had curly brown hair, stunning green eyes, built, tonned body....beautiful smile.  Okay, I though he was sexy....so what? Groaning, I rolled my head back and sighed...again.