Behind The Curtain (Larriet Stylinson)

A/N:

Don't you guys think Larriet Stylinson is literally THE cutest thing in the world?

No?

Well I do :3

So i'm gonna write about it

Enjoy :)

Lucyloo xx

Harriet's POV:~

The door to the gym changing rooms shut with a creak as I tried my best to get away from the cheer leading squad unnoticed.

My sweaty cheerleader uniform clung tightly to my body, although if the other cheerleaders heard me saying that I would be off the team for sure.

I started to make my way to the nearest girls bathroom so I could changed. I could never get changed in front of the other girls. Not because I'm uncomfortable with my body because I am certainly not.

I wouldn't be able to stop my self from looking at the other girls. God I sound like a pedophile...I'm a lesbian. And everyone knows that cheerleaders are drop dead gorgeous.

Once there, I pushed open the door to the girls bathroom and slipped into a vacant stall. When inside, I unzipped my backpack full of clothes and changed into a comfortable purple top with oversized sleeves and plain black leggings. I stuffed my cheerleader uniform into a plastic bag and then put the bag inside my backpack. I then changed my shoes into cute pink pumps and put a polka dot bow in my chocolate curls.

I let out a long sigh as I stared at my reflection in the stained mirror. The amount of make up I have to wear is un real, and quite frankly-discusting.

I looked down at the sink and turned on the tap. I run my hands under the cold water and splash my face three times in an attempt to get some of the make up off my face, and already I look better.

Now to get to the drama hall.

You see, as a cheerleader you have to stay loyal as a cheerleader and be popular and mean and not a geek.

But i am a drama geek and I'm not 'cool' and I don't find myself particularly attractive. I also don't go around making fun of everyone and destroying people's self confidence forever.

And now, after cheerleading practice is over, I have to make my way to my drama group without them seeing me, or I will be publicly ridiculed and will have no social status forever more.

Luckily for me the drama hall is just down the corridor from the bathroom I'm in. So it is easy for me to get there quickly and unnoticed.

I opened the door to the bathroom and peer round it. I looked left and right making sure no cheerleaders were around. If they saw me wearing my actual clothes they would literally set me on fire, along with all my hideous clothes that I actually like.

Once I was sure no one is around I made a run for it. I darted for the door labeled 'Drama hall' and burst through the door.

And that's when I ran into someone.

Louise's POV:~

"There is no way you are getting me to go to Drama club" I laugh.

"Why not Lou?" My mum pouted

"Mum, I'm not joining Drama club. My reputation would be ruined."

"Reputation?" She raised an eyebrow

"Yeah." I waved my hands up and down my body at my piercings and tattoos.

"Also, I'm a footballer," I laughed "Drama and football don't mix"

"Honey,"

"Don't call me honey,"

"Louise. Please give it a try...if not for me...for your father." Her voice wavered.

I stiffened at that. The mention of my dad. My dead dad. The father who I used to be so attached to.

"How dare you bring him into this." I seethed.

I swear there's smoke coming out of my ears.

"Please." She pressed.

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I stepped silently out of the car, refusing to say a word to my mother.

"Have fun!" She sang

"Yeah, yeah whatever," I mumbled under my breath.

Hundreds of cheerleaders paraded out of the school building, their skirts swinging in the breeze and their tight crop tops clinging to their boobs like a second skin.

My black skull top and ripped skinny jeans contrasted completely with everyone in the drama hall. I felt so awkward as I stood there, everyone staring at me. I could tell they were looking at my tattoos.

I looked around at everyone who was around me. There were many people who I bullied or still do bully.

I laughed slightly.

As I looked at everyone, I made a mental note about them.

Ugly,

Gay,

No friends,

Never gonna get laid,

I'm such a horrible person sometimes. But that's what i get a kick out of.

A few minutes into drama club and I already wanted to kill myself. The teacher had us dancing around like fucking ducks or something, then, We had to find our inner selves and I seriously couldn't take any more.

"Ugh, fuck this," I threw my arms up.

I stormed towards the door and reached out to grab the handle just as it flew open and a girl ran straight into me.