Louis POV
I wake up the next morning and it's Sunday. I have a huge headache from last night and I can't remember what happened last night. I look around my room and spot my superman costume laid across the floor. I suddenly remember large hands on my waist that pull me against a wall and then everything come back all the memories from last night. Last night I met Harry. I think he hates me but I met him the hard way. I rub my eyes with my hands and head to the restroom I wash my face brush my teeth, the usual. I go back to my room to change into something besides just my boxers. I open my closet door and lift my hand to pick up a short sleeved shirt. As I'm about to get it off my hanger I noticed red tender cuts on my wrist. I gasp at the sight and put the shirt back on the hanger and go for a long sleeve this time. I go downstairs and pretend like nothing happened last night. I really don't want to go back to that memory I really just hope Harry doesn't say a word about me tomorrow. I go into the kitchen to the smell of breakfast. I'm the only child so my mum didn't have much to cook this morning. She's different this morning, she's not saying a word, not even a 'goodmorning' I feel the tension in the room and I know she's upset about me leaving last night and not getting here till one a.m. She turns her head away from the stove to place my plate infront of me. She places it without making eye contact and turns back around to the stove.
"How was your morning mum?"
"Fine. How was last night did you have fun? Cause you sure did have me worried sick" I roll my eyes without her looking because who does she think she is? I'm 18 and I can do what I want I am now a young adult I don't need a curfew and being told when to come back home.
"Mum, I'm 18-"
"I don't care how old you are you're living under my roof so my rules Louis" I don't say anything to that but I get up from my chair and go upstairs so my room. I hear my mum calling out my name but I seriously don't want crap from her right now. It's enough that I have to deal with school tomorrow and I have no idea what's going to happen.
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I wake up the next morning to my alarm clock ringing. It is now Monday and I really wish I didn't have to go to school today. It's a little chilly outside for my luck so it's nessecary to wear a long sleeve. I walk downstairs and there's my mum again in the kitchen drinking tea. I'm about to head to the kitchen to make myself one but I really don't want to talk to my mum right now. I make my way to my car and head to school.
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Once I get to school I notice that the late bell for first period rang. The halls are empty and only a few people are outside the classes. I go to my first period and as I'm approaching my homeroom I see my teacher talking to a student. right away I see curly hair and I know that it's Harry, from the party. They are right outside the door and the only way in is to move them out of the way. To my relif I know Harry isn't in my first period so I don't make a big deal about him being outside my first period door.
"Excuse me," I say nicely and avoid eye contact with Harry. The teacher moves right away and I notice Harry is still in the way. I try to look down and not look him in the eye but he won't move. I look up at him and hope he doesn't remember me. Probably not, he was pretty drunk last Saturday. I look up finally and he's looking straight down at me. His eyebrows are knitted together I by that I already know he knows something. It's like he's trying to remember who I am. I quickly look back down that way he doesn't see my face any longer. I don't want him to remember at all. I don't want him spreading rumors about me being gay. Well it is true but I don't want people beating me up for it. I lightly push him out of the way and make my way into the classroom. I make my way to my usual seat in the classroom and take a seat. A few moments pass before the teacher comes back, but not alone. He comes back with a tall curly headed boy, Harry.
"Hello class, take your seats" She says as a couple of students sit down.
"Okay, Harry go ahead and sit umm," she says as she looks for empty seats around the class. I look around with her and notice there is an empty seat right next to me. My heart begins to beat faster and harder to my chest and I suddenly can't breath.
"Oh over there Harry perfect one last seat just for you." Perfect? This is no perfect seat for Harry to sit in I can't have Harry sitting next to me. Why me, why does the jerk have to sit next to me. Out of all people the lord wants to do this to me.
I see Harry nod and smile at the teacher before he makes his way to the empty seat next to me. Again I try to avoid eye contact and try to just concentate on the lesson for today. I notice that he just keeps looking at me like he knows me from somewhere. It's going to be really fucking hard to not look at him. He's not bad looking.
No, no he's not he's a jerk that called you a fag and pinched your bum right after.
I'm in the middle of my thoughts and I suddenly hear the drop of my pencil.
"Hey, you dropped your pencil, mate."
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Hey guys chapter three is up and like I said before I still havent got any feed back so whatevs im just gonna keep going so try to at least vote pls if you like it ily i guess ♥
