Louis Tomlinson is the school nerd but that's what he wants everyone to believe. Everyone else sees him as a boy that wears glasses, long sleeves, and suspenders. But Louis only wears this because of all his tattoos that he has all over his body. Lo...
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Louis POV
As I slid into the black car once a again this time I was much more nervous. My heart thumped in my rib cage wanting to break free. Zayn stared at me turned weirdly to look at me in the backseat from the front.
"Umm Louis I would just explain before Zayn freaks out because I'm freaking out. You don't happen to be like Louis bad ass twin that we didn't care to tell us correct because I think it would make more sense," Niall asked. I chuckled at his way of getting his head around the moment.
"Umm so when I was around 12 my dad left me and my family with nothing we jumped from house to house sometimes street to street. We were poor and had no where to go nobody to turn on. Even worse my mum turned to alcohol and drugs spending any money we happened to have lying around. Months and Months we spent starving and barley living until one day my twin sisters woke up screaming in pain from starving. At first my mother still didn't seem to care and I was to young to get a job. Something snapped one day I woke up and my mum was sober on her feet. She got a job and finally a house, but I wasn't ok I guess I blamed myself. If my dad didn't find out I was a faggot then he wouldn't have left I was upset with myself. Instead of like what many other people do with depression. Instead of cutting I began to sneak out and drink and drink. Stealing liquor from my friends parents. Until I was old enough to get tattoos so around 16 1 year ago. When ever I was upset I would take money and get a tattoo my mum knew but she never stopped me. Eventually after many tattoos later I started to get better I stopped drinking and stopped getting tattoos it isn't like I regret them because I don't but my mum was embarrassed of me at my old town so we moved here. Instead of me dressing like I want to she got rid of my clothes and she picked them out, Everything I wore had to hide my tattoos and I had to be proper. Straight A's and be the perfect child I never was. So there Zayn are you happy my life story," I snapped I didn't like thinking about my past bringing up bad times and reacting them in my head.
Zayn shook his head and touched my thigh looking at me with sympathy that I hated.
"Louis this is your life you only get to live it once and once only this isn't your mothers life she doesn't control it you do," Zayn mumbled turning around and setting a address into the car gps system and smirking at me through the rear view camera.
"Niall please inform me why Zayn is looking at me weirdly from the front, where are we going," I asked nervousness laced through my tone.
"Well Louis I would like to inform you that it seems to me you are getting a new wardrobe," My jaw dropped and I shook my head over and over.
"Did you not just hear what I said about my mother she will kill me," I said sternly hopping they would finally listen.
"I'm sorry Louis but didn't you listen she doesn't control your life," And the car jerked to life heading towards the closest mall. When we got there I groaned and flipped them off as I jumped out of the car.
