Larry one shots

Somewhat like Cinderella

Summary: You're slowly getting ready for another school day, wishing you didn't have to. You hate school — or, more to the point, the living hell your two older stepsisters make of it for you. Ever since your dad remarried, they've gone out of their way to harass and bully you. At least when your dad was alive, you had a reprieve at home, where they would be on their best behaviour, as if butter wouldn't melt in their mouths. But when he passed away years ago, there was no one left to stop them. If anything, your stepmother seems to encourage them. The only peace you get is catching the bus to school, as they drive to school together in their convertible, being far too cool to be seen with you. Not that you care. Today when the bus pulls up to the school, you see shiny limousine parked nearby. Everyone else seems fascinated with who might be inside, but you walk on, assuming it is just another rich kid who will soon be teasing you. The day passes like all the others. At lunchtime, you grab your bag and head outside to avoid the cafeteria — your sisters' domain. As you rummage through your bag for your book, you trip over a pair of legs sticking out from underneath your favorite tree, sending you sprawling. When you sit up, you come face to face with the cutest boy you have ever seen. He reaches out to help you, offering his apologies. You assume he's the new kid from the limousine, but he seems nice enough so you share the quiet of the tree's shade together as you both spend your lunchtime reading. He's a couple of years above you, so you don't see him the rest of the day, but for the remainder of the week, you see him every day at lunch as the two of you sit under the tree. It becomes the highlight of your day. Meanwhile, your stepsisters are becoming increasingly impossible as they talk endlessly about the new famous kid at school. They try to outdo each other in their attempts to gain favour. After a few weeks of lunch meetings, the new kid asks you on a date, and you agree. You don't tell your family, knowing they will only try to find a way to spoil it, but you enjoy the looks on their faces come Friday night when the limousine pulls up at your house.

(The summary is a copy from a site that generates prompts for you, Louis will be the "you" and junior and Harry is the new guy and senior.) 

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Louis was getting ready for school in his small room. He could hear his step-sisters eating breakfast downstairs, chatting with their mother who of course didn't prepare any food for him.

He was used to this. Staying silent and in his room as much as he could unless he was doing chores around the house. Otherwise he would get an earful of how useless and feminine he is and how he should be glad to have a roof above his head after his dad's death. 

He looks sadly to his bedside table where a framed photo of him and his dad stood. He sighs to himself, throws his bag over his shoulder and quickly heads for the front door. He needs to catch his bus unless he wants to walk to school.

His sisters have their own car but they wouldn't be caught dead near Louis.

He arrives early to the stop and waits a few minutes for the bus to reach him. He gets on and sits right behind the driver. It's happened a few times that the jocks tried to mess with him, so not going far away from the driver was his safest option.

When the bus reached school, Louis saw a crowd forming near the parking lot. He noticed a few students pointing to an expensive-looking car. He frowned, he's never seen that car before.

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He was able to find out what the fuss was about before the first bell even went off. Apparently there was a new student, a boy coming from a rich family and senior. Louis was just glad that he wasn't in his year. He knew the type, he would just join his bullies' group. 

Just like now when he was sitting in his last class before lunch break. He had biology, his favourite subject if it wasn't for Rick sitting right behind him and annoying him the whole time. Whenever he tried paying attention and taking notes the dick would throw something at him, rattle his chair or talk to him.