"So class. To sum it up, that's why you always use protection." the nasty old Sex Ed teacher said. Right when he was about to announce something even more disgusting, the bell rang. Lucky us.
"Ok class. Remember this is just the first day of Sex Ed, the rest of the year, will be...interesting," he said before dismissing us.
I'm Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson. I'm 17, yet I'm still forever young. When I was little, my mum and dad divorced. Mum thought moving to London was a good idea, it was. Then I started High School, things went down hill. Mum married a drunk would beat me, I protected my sisters. The only thing I have to live for now. I'm openly gay, that's when the bulling started. 'Fag' 'Queer' , those were few of the names I got called, daily. Luckily nothing was physical, just verbal. That doesn't mean no one gets hurt, just roll up my sleeves and check it out. My wrist, they are scared. Ever scar has a name, the same names I get called. Everyday I go home, hoping my dad will stand at the door, wanting us back. No luck, instead I get home to hearing Tyler yell at one of the twins. I get so angry, but in the end, I end up with new wounds. But not anymore. One night I decided to spend the night at my mate's, big mistake. I was woken up that night, with a phone call. Telling me my family had died, murdered to be exact. By who? Tyler. He thought mum was cheating, so he skinned her and the girls. So here I am now, learning about something I don't give a shit abut.
"Mr. Tomlinson, is there something you would like to share with the class?" I got snapped out of my trance by Harry, a.k.a. Mr. Styles. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Um, no sir. I was just think about..," I started to panic, all eyes were on me ,"Bow ties, cause they're cool. I was thinking of getting one," I nervously chuckled, as the whole class laughed at me. Mr.Styles didn't seem impressed though.
"Way to go Tomlinson, you pissed him off. Now he'll NEVER love you," MY head told me.
"Oh, shut up," I thought back.
"Alright Mr. Funny Guy. You may stay with me after school, see how funny that is," He smirked at me, I groaned and put my face in my hands.
"Now if we're done, I'd like to teach my class," And with that I spent the whole period thinking about Harry. Our children, our perfect house. One question that always haunts me came to mind, Is he even gay? I shook the negative thought out.
I realized that was my last class for the day, I remember I still had this after school thing with Mr. Styles. Dear Lord, look at him. His curls were styled to perfection, his black bow tie went perfect with his white button up shirt. The way his eyes concentrated on his work made me get a semi-hard on. Shit.
Dead puppies. Nope, doesn't work.
Dear kittens. Nope, not even.
Vagina. Oh dear God, there goes my boner.
"Louis are you alright? You seem very...disturbed," Mr. Styles raised an eyebrow at me, his face showing nothing but concern. I nodded, he motioned me to come to his desk.
"Louis, I'm concerned about you," I shrugged and tried going back to my seat, but Harry held me back. I would've fell, but he saved me. Our face, lips, were a few inches away. I could feel his hot breath on my lips.
"T-thanks, Mr. Styles," I mumbled weakly, scared of what would happen.
"Please, do call me Harry," and with that we collided our lips together. One world for this feeling right now.
Fuck.
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