It was Harrys first day of his senior year of high school. Though, he was a young senior. Youngest of his class, actually. He would be turning seventeen in February, and then graduating high school in June of that same year.
He thought it was pretty neat to graduate at seventeen, rather than eighteen like everyone else. It somehow made him feel smarter, even though it had nothing to do with his intelligence, it's just how the school year worked out.
Harry was nervous about starting school again, he wasn't bullied in the typical way you'd expect, but he didn't have any friends. People joked and pointed about his clothes, but he didn't mind too much. For the most part, people left him alone, and he left them alone. Although he never outwardly said he was gay, it wasn't hard to figure out.
He was quite feminine, soft, delicate. Everyone knew, but nobody seemed to care. Harry was thankful that he was left alone at school because it often felt like the only place he could go for some peace.
He slipped on a pair of black semi-baggy jeans that were almost too long for him, but his platform pink converse helped make sure the jeans didn't drag on the floor. He paired the jeans with a creamy white sweater, a pink lollipop in the center of the sweater. He was quite small for his age, but he didn't mind.
He always wore platform shoes because he did wish he was a bit taller. His reasoning being that all his pants drag on the floor, if he was two inches taller, it wouldn't be an issue. He was skinny, but still curvy. His thighs were soft and full, his waist was small and his arms were soft and feminine.
He grabbed his pink book bag and opened the door of his room. He was an only child, well, an only foster child. His foster parents were distant, only caring if he was home by ten, quiet, and that he didn't embarrass them too much with what he wore.
They knew he was gay, but they hoped he would respect them long enough to wait until they could kick him out at eighteen before he acted on any of his same sex attractions. The government rewards foster parents with $2,000 a month to home foster children, all they had to do was feed him, house him, and clothe him.
The house was quiet, small, and often empty. He decided to skip breakfast today to avoid waking anyone up. His foster dad, Ben, had a mean temper in the mornings and he didn't want to risk it. His foster mom was more tame, but still didn't hesitate to let the boy know that she was annoyed. He hated annoying anyone and did his best to please the people around him. Not causing any issues or bringing unwanted attention.
He dug into his pocket to pull out his headphones that he had saved up enough money to buy secondhand from a thrift store. Placing them in his ears and turning on his favorite song, "Pretty When You Cry" by Lana Del Rey.
Am I that girl
That you dream of
All those little times
You said that Im your girl
You make me feel
Like your whole world
YOU ARE READING
The House Across The Street • L.S.
Fanfiction"Thank you Lou" "For what" Louis responded. It was out of nowhere and he wasn't sure what the boy was referring to. "For saving me" AU where Louis is about to turn 25 and Harry is about to turn 17, and a small black cat brings them together. LIS...
