Trouble

Chapter One

My eyes flutter open, absorbing the morning sunlight gazing through my window, hitting the dresser a couple feet away from my bed.

I rub my eyes and sit up, tired and not feeling like going any where today, especially school with all the ignorant people. The didn't even know I was gay they still treated me like shit sometimes. Maybe its just because I'm relatively "new" kid, I moved to Chesire two weeks ago, because the torment in my old school was beyond awful. It lead to cutting and I even over dosed on pills one night, I had a .3% of even makng it. My mom reached her end point and decided enough was enough and if she didn't help me soon, I wouldn't make it much longer.

 I look for a pair of nice clothes in my dresser, going through tee-shirts and sweater. I end up wearing a black tee shirt with red jeans. I hair sprayed my hair, fluffing it around, and brushed my teeth. Man, I was just the definition of gay. To be completely honest, I'm glad, and surprised no one has even supposed that yet. When I moved me and mom always thought after a week or so there would be "gay" rumors, not by my voice but just by the way I am, I guess.

"Harry! Hurry up. Niall is here to pick you up." I hear my mom downstairs, she is still pissed at me for yesterday night. I just ignored her since she didn't pick me up last night, like the bitch she is.

I run out the door, no one said a word to each other on my way out.

"Hey." I say throwng my bag on the floor of Niall's car, he smiles.

"How are ya?" Niall had a really cute irish accent, of course I didn't like him. But it was cute, so was his laugh.

"Ok, I guess." I meant to just say "fine" as usual, just to cover up that I'm actually not. But I guess Niall might understand, he was my friend since I moved here.

"Something up?"

"Just my mom, were fighting a lot lately." It wasn't really a lie, it was upsetting me. Also the fact that I am gay and can't come out because of how judgemental people already are at school.

"What about?" Niall's blue eyes shimmer, staring straight at the road, and his hair blows with the breeze seaping through the crack in the window. He notices me staring at him and turns to me, I look away, at my feet.

"A bunch of stuff. Last night I was at ther- this thing I have and she told me all about myself, like I didn't know shit about who I am, and we fought. Then, she was supposed to pick me up, but ditched because of the fight, I had to take a bus. The bus ride wasn't totally awful though."

"Oh, sorry mate. I fight with my mom too sometimes. If ya need to talk, I'm right nextdoor!" Niall's smile diminshes the negativity in this car, and some how just has to make me smile.

"Of course." I giggle, and blush a bit. 

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I get to skip one period a day, homeroom and one during the day. Maybe I'll skip first? I could just chill in the libray or at my locker. The skipping thing was for seniors only, but I was new and only a junior. I guess it was for new kids?

I walk over to my locker, which was right by the cafeteria and the side doors. My bag easily fit inside, I hardly had binders to carry here, we only had notebooks. 

I start humming a song, it was called "Grade 8" by Ed Sheeran. I wasn't really paying attention to my papers, and I drop them. It flies every where. 

"Shit." I curse under my breath. Papers with math equations and essays daub the tiled floor. Foot steps make there way here, I begin picking up quicker as a group of tougher looking boys are heading my way.

"Hey its herpes!" I look up, huffing and rolling my eyes.

"What the fuck do you want with me, Liam?" He was surrounded by other boys. They all had tattoos scaled from their necks to there figertips, I couldn't help but feel threatned. four against one was sure to be difficult.

"Why would I want anything with you?" He shoves me into the locker, his elbow puncturing my gut. I double over, moaning. This is what I mean by judgemental, for no damn reason eiether! 

Liam and his "crew" walk past, laughing and chest bumping and being try-hards. I continue picking up my papers off from the floor, the sick feeling in my gut remaining. I can hear footsteps patting there way towards me. 

At last, i can see a figure leaning against the locker, leather boots, black washed out jeans, and a simple black tee shirt. My eyes travel up his gorgeous figure slowly, finally meeting his eyes. Oh my god, it was that hot kid on my bus yesterday! I thought I had seen him around, of course it must have school.

"You alright?" Surprisingly, his voice was soft and light, quite feminant. Was he watching?

"Fine." I say, mousy. "Liam can be mean."I state, I try to act cool, but I felt like I was a twelve year old little girl meeting her idol. Screaming on the inside, but totally normal on the outside.

Before I can even ask a name, him and his leather boots walk off, after looking at me mysteriously. He was so punk rock looking, that was so hot.

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I walk into the lunch room, people were there, chattering around. I meet Niall and my other friends Tessa and Zayn at our table

"Sup." Zayn says invitingly.

"Nothing much, how about you guys." They all shrug, and we begin talking.

From drugs to food to weather to gossip. Gossip.

"Who is he?" I point to that punky kid, whom greeted me earlier. He stood in the corner of the lunch room, on his phone. Not bothering with anyone, from his looks I'd assume he would have a lot of friends.

"Oh, him? Stay far away from him, he is dangerous and will fuck with any one who gets in his way." Niall shoves a fry in his mouth, staring at the reticent boy.

"Well he seemed pretty nice when he asked me if I was ok after Liam and his fucked up crew tried to mess with me." I do my best at sounded tough, staring daggers at Liam and his tag-along crew from across the cafeteria.

"Nice? He screws with all the girls, every one. And he never talks to anyone anymore! He is anything but nice." I tilt my head in confusion.

"Anymore?" I quiz Niall.

"He used to be really feminate, everyone called him homo. He did have friends, and wore colors, and talked. But maybe the teasing got to him, and he just went goth?" Tessa says, we are all looking at him.

"You mean, he is gay?"

"No! He is anything but that, rememebr I told you he screws with all the girls? If he was gay he'd be gone by now. No one here likes gay people." Tessa add's, my heart drops. Looks like I'll never be able to be myself at "home".

"Well, what is his name?" I ask, eating my food.

"Louis. Louis Tomlinson."