Chapter 1- Meeting Harry.

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My name is Louis Tomlinson. That's usually how these sorts of things begin right? Well, it's a start. How about I tell you a little about myself. 

First off, let's get one thing straight. I'm not. Yes, yes it's true, I am gay. Which, many people doesn’t have a problem with. But believe me guys, they do have a problem with this. What I'm about to tell you, I mean.

I love wearing skirts, panties, crop tops, and flower crowns, anything that makes me look feminine. Been like that since I was a kid, actually. Never wanting to go outside and play and get myself dirty. Always dressing up in my mother's clothes and makeup instead of playing video games. Trying out eye shadow and mascara when I first got into middle school. And of course, I get hate around high school for it. I mean seriously, who wouldn't? But mum says they're just jealous of my stylish contempt and my elegant ways, whenever people at school calls me a 'whore' or a 'slut'. 

Which I'm not. I mean I've been...around, with a couple of guys but not so many that you'd have to call me a whore! And so what if I've been caught in the janitor's closet once...twice.. or three times? I mean, it was with the same guy so that has to count for something right?! 

Well, none of that stuff even matters anymore anyways. Ever sense my mum got married to some rich bloke named Rick, we've been packing to move in with the guy, in Cheshire, all day long. So maybe I can renew my reputation as a slut at this new 'rich kid' school. 

The only problem is, is that my mum's husband has a son. Harry. That's all I know about the guy, is his name, literately. 

He's probably some rich snobby kid anyway. Never showing up to gatherings or dinners that were put together so that we all could meet. Who did this kid think he was standing up Louis Tomlinson? 

Well, whoever he is, he'd better get used to me staying there because at the rate mum and Rick's going I'm going to be there for quite a while. 

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"Louis, put the lasts my bags in the trunk for me sweetheart!" Mum yelled from our now vacant house.

"Alright!" I yelled back throwing the bags in the trunk and slammed the door shut. The wind from the trunk blew my pink skirt up showing off a bit of my bum making some guys across the street from us wolf whistle, making me give them a flirty wave. 

"Louis." My mom said sternly with a bit of a whine while helping me pull my skirt over my bottom completely. "You could've at least worn jeans today." 

"Mum, I haven't owned a pair of jeans since eighth grade." I said back rolling my eyes at her.

"What about those jeans grandpa gave you for Christmas? You've still got those right?" Mom asked in a hopeful tone. 

"I'm pretty sure Grandpa bought me those to be funny mum. And what does it matter anyways? Rick's already saw me wearing a dress!" 

"Yeah, but you're meeting Harry today and I don't want you to give him a bad impression. Please Louis? I really want you guys to get along." She said giving me a hug and then frowning down at me. "Lou, are you not wearing underwear?!" 

"Well-"

"Louis!" She said in shock releasing me and trying to hold back laughter. 

"Alright, alright fine. I'll change. But I'm not wearing jeans." I called to her skipping away to the house. I looked inside the empty house before going over to the bags with my name on it. I grabbed a pair of black leggings and slipped them on before putting on a tight leather jacket over my white belly tee. I fixed my all white flower crown. Then, I grabbed my bags and walked out to the car putting them in the backseat before getting in the passenger's seat with my mum. 

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