Fucked innocence *L.S*

Chapt.1

Louis was daydreaming in the middle of class again. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help but quietly slipping away into his thoughts.

He stared out the window into the heavy snowfall imagining the biggest snowman ever and exactly how he was going  to make it. The teachers voice could be somewhere mumbling a string of mathematics. Something he hated with a passion. He didn't know if it was because of the math or just his teacher Mr. Ide who was a utter prick to him each and every day.

His first year of highschool had been sucking bad. He had about two more months till summer freedom as it was the beginning of January, but Jesus was he ready. 

He was kinda quiet and unusual, his hair hadn't been cut in a while so it dangled in his eyes, which were a beautiful blue and always either on the ground or staring out the window. He simply couldn't look people in the eyes, it terrified him on a whole other level, and he couldn't talk in front of large groups, like in class. Adults took it as some sign of disrespect so he was constantly in the principals office. 

His parents sent him to all kinds of different therapist, mostly because the school demanded that he should be looked at for learning disability's, they never found anything significant that explained his weirdness. As middle school gossip does, it spread quickly that he had to see a therapist constantly and he got so much bullshit from it. 

So he kept his eyes lowered and his feelings to himself.

"Louis!" 

His eyes snapped back down at his desk, a slight blush of embarrassment across his cheeks. He could hear Mr. Ide walking towards him, a squeak from his business shoes a few feet away. "Louis, what did I just ask you?"

His mouth stayed closed and a whole minute passed before Mr. Asshole barked, "if you aren't going to pay attention whats the point of staying in my classroom? Report to Mr. Newhalls office immediately." Giggles swept through the class as he sighed and grabbed his things.

Another day with the principal, nice. 

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" Hello Louis!" Ms. Styles said with a perky smile.

Louis slowly sat in the chair opposite from her, it was his weekly session with his therapist. She was a fairly sweet lady, but she tried to hard to be bubbly. After all the "omg!" and "no way!" Louis was ready to leave.

"Hello, Ms. Styles" he said under his breathe. She smiled wide from his response,"remember? Call me Gemma." She was also kind of hippie, every time he saw her she had a different flower behind her ear, today it was a daisy. 

Her office was kinda disorganized, his first visit he asked about her age since she looked so young, as it turned out she was hardly 25, which explained her childish ways and messy office.

Her desk was covered in a blue and pink tie-die cloth as usual, but everything had been cleared off leaving a small plain white styrofoam cup. He gave her a questioning look, she said nothing in reply only clapping her hands excitedly.

"So, Louis, what do you see in front of you?"

A quiet beat followed before he muttered, "A disposable cup"

 She nodded quickly,"exactly, a cup, so what is its purpose right this moment?"

 He peered over the cup, "it has water in it." 

"So its serving me water correct?"

"I guess"

She picked up the cup with a knowing smile, "its purpose is to serve me water, that's what I bought it for right? So what do you think I will do with it when I'm done?"

"Reuse it, or I guess throw it away?"

Her smile faltered.

She put the cup down,"whats your purpose Louis?"

That question hit him hard, it was something he'd been struggling with for a while. 

"I-I dont know" He mumbled glancing up at her.

Her face was very solemn, "When you complete what you think your meant to do, that doesn't mean your not useful anymore, Louis when you break out of the thought process of, "I can only do this." you will find that you can bring life and beauty to amazing things." 

And with that she stuck the flower from behind her ear into the cup leaned in across the desk and smiled. "Now this flower can live."

He was starting a smile when the door burst open. He whimpered in fright and shoved his chin into his chest quickly.

"Harry!? Get out!" Ms. Styles snapped.

A deep british accent answered, "That's rather rude Gemma" He could hear a snicker, "I think i'll stay"

Louis' heart stopped, Jesus Christ his voice was beautiful. It stirred something inside of him so indescribable, that he had to sneak a peak.

The mans legs seemed to go on forever, clad in tight black jeans, Louis' eyes traveled a bit further to a v-neck shirt showing off a toned chest, but he stopped at his shoulders, not allowing himself further.

He could feel the mans stare and it only caused him to be more uncomfortable, "Louis our time is up you can leave." Ms. Styles commanded.

Now, Louis knew that was a lie because it was nowhere knew 2 which was the actual time the appointment was over but the sound in her voice scared him so he hurried toward the door brushing against the man with his bare arms causing a shiver down his spine and goosebumps on his arm.

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That night he laid in bed thinking about the mysterious man. Cursing himself for not looking at his face. Next Tuesday he was definitely going to ask about Harry. The name sent a weird feeling through him, Louis was unsure if he like it or not. 

He feel asleep with the voice buried into his into the deepest parts of his mind.