Trouble

"Mom, can I please skip today, I hate it here." I whisper, fiddling with my thumbs.

"Harry! This is only your second day at therapy, please." My mom rolls her eyes at me, pulling into the parking space. I bang my head against the window, not wanting to go to therapy ever again.

"Its so stupid! I am fine, why don't you just let me go home and if I have any problems I need taking care of, I'll let you know."

"The kids here are going through exactly what you are, I couldn't understand like they could. This is going to help you get over your insecurities!" She jerks her head to look at me, my eyes stay focused on the rain droplets rolling down my window.

"Since when do you think I am insecure! I have never even said I am, god." My voice sounded harsh, but I honestly didn't care at this point.

"Since you told me your gay, you got bullied back in New York. That's why I moved you here to Chesire, so you can start off fresh and not be so insecure." My head snaps up at her, furious.

"I'm not even insecure, I learned to accept the fact I like guys a while ago, ok?! Sometimes I wish I never told you any of this."

"Any of what?"

"The bullying, the lies, the boys. That I'm gay!" I emphasize the last words, with that her eyes became glossy, so I left. Leaving my day off with yet another heated fight with my mom.

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"Since it is only our second day at gay therapy, why don't we get to know eachother? When I call your name, stand up and tell us a bit about yourself." Oh great, now I had to sit here and 'make friends' with the other gay kids, like we were some special aid possy. 

The therapist calls on a girl with long brown hair, and green eyes to stand up. She was very pretty, even though I was gay, I could tell when a girl was attractive.

"I am Angie, I'm lesbian. Obviously. And I like to sing and dance a lot, I also like the color purple. If that counts." She tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear, Angie seemed sort of shy.

"Why don't you tell us why you're here, how your feeling about being lesbian." Our therapist's name was Patty, she was a bit bigger woman, with wide eyes the color of blue, and always wore a poncho.

"I don't really know, my mom saw a couple of things, warning signs she calls them, that I was becoming depressed. Eventually she realized it was because people can be mean to me about being lesbian. So she sent me here." Her story was simaler to my own.

"Ok, how about...you." Patty calls on some boy with dark brown hair, he had light brown eyes and many tattoos. He stood.

"I'm Connor, I'm bisexual. And I'm here because I want to learn to accept the fact that I am gay and move on with it." Connor seemed simple, he had deep dimples and his hair was parted sideways.

"Very good." 

It has been about thirty minutes and it was now down to me and this other girl. I had my fingers crossed in my sweatshirt the whole time she was calling, praying she wouldn't pick me. Eventually she is going to.

"You!" Patty's smile brightens, great. Me. The class watches me as I stand up, lazily and sighing.

"Well, I'm Harry. I'm gay, and the reason I'm here is because, well, no reason and I don't want to be." The words slip from my lips, I guess I wasn't paying much attention and I just let that come out, everyone gasps and mummbles to the people they have made friends with around them.

"Um, Harry. Thats a matter of opinon, would you like to try again." No, at this point I don't think there was much of a second chance at my first impression. If this is who I would be known for, than it is what it is I guess.

"No." I state blankly, sitting down and putting my hands in my pockets. A couple moments pass, and it was mostly quiet besides the overhead lights buzzing, people talking about me and the rain dripping on the windows.

"Well, times up for today. Sorry Johanne, you didn't get to go. But you can go next time if you'd like." The girl that was supposed to go after me nods, I was ready to leave. 

People began scattering, throughing their bags over their shoulders. As I am about to get away with it, Patty's voice rings through the room.

"Harry, please stay. I'd like to talk about your attitude." I atleast had to let her know I'm not that  bad of a guy.

"Yes?" I say, turning on my heeling, strolling back in the room.

"I know you may not want to be here, but I am only here to help you. We all are. I do not need your negativity affecting the rest of the students and inflicting with their time here."

"I'm sorry, Patty. I guess I am just mad, I had a fight with my mom while on the way here, I didn't mean to take it out in here, especially not on everyone else." I take my hands out of my pockets, scratching the back of my neck.

"It's ok Harry, I know you are better than that. But please be sure to come in with a better attitude next time!" She calls to me while I am walking out, I do feel bad about what I said. It wasn't that much of a deal, but I guess it did affect her in some sort of way. But now all I had to worry about was getting back in that car with my mom.

After looking all around the lot, she was no where to be seen. That bitch! I can not believe she ditched me because of some dumb fight, now how will I get home?

From a far I can see a bus stop, I walk over to it, all wet because I've been out in the cold and rain for ten minutes. The next bus home will be any second, lucky me I got here just in time. I can even see it driving over here, slowing down as it makes its way to the bus stop. 

"Get in! Its late and my shifts almost over." The grumpy old man yells from the drivers seat, pulling the parking lever on the bus, I rush over to the big vechile's door. There was no one on the bus besides a smaller guy, seated all the way in the back.

He had locks of thick brown hair, fluffed up. And he was staring down at his phone, but when I walk on he looks up, the boy was gorgeous. 

He had alluring blue eyes I could see from the front of this bus, tattoo's running up and down his arms, and neck. He had a lip ring and his lips were pink and plump. He looks so familar, like I've seen him around, but maybe I'm just being paranoid. My thoughts are shooken away by the driver once again yelling at me.

"C'mon! What are you starin' at. Take a seat kid, I got to get you guys home!" I sit down right on the seat I was holding on too.

But man, all I kept thinking about was that guy in the back of this bus, and how much I wanted to go over there and kiss him. Being gay sucks,

he is probably straight.

 Hey guys. So this is the first chapter of my fanfiction. Sorry if there are vocabulary mistakes or other stuff I missed, comment and let me know:D Its punk Louis, and its Larry Stylinson:) I really hope you like it, and keep reading for more! I promise it will get so much better, obviously this was only the first of it and there will be drama and love and maybe even some smut? Haha, thank you so muc for reading and keep reading if you want to find out what happens next<3 Love you lots like tater tots.

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