"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?"
Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring...
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Louis Tomlinson was the kid who used to sit on the front row in school, raising his hand because he had an answer to every goddamn question.
That was of course till 7th grade.
Things had gotten downhill when Louis was 13. From then till now, the desk far at the back was his permanent spot. No one could see him there. No one could glare.
His favorite subjects were Literature and Art. The only ones in which he paid attention. And the only classes he shared with Harry Styles, the typical popular kid with a kind heart and his oh so crush.
Louis knew he was gay. He's seen him out with his boyfriends. But he's single now. But Louis does not have the courage to stand up and utter out a word.
As the art period approached, He quickly grabbed his almost torn sketchbook and hurried to the classroom, hiding his face with the book
Their teacher, Ms.Sabrina was a short brown lady who knew almost every art form.
"Okay class so we are going to be starting a project. This is your final assessment of this school year because its hella long!" She spoke up while roaming around the classroom.
"You will be working with partners. Each group will be choosing 3 art forms. I need at least 5 examples of each with their meaning, their history and your progress table. Your partners will be selected by picking out a piece of paper which has all your names on it." By now she had started to lower her hand to the fishbowl which had all the names.
Must be fun to torture kids who basically have no life
He sat there as the names were read out and prayed, and begged even, that he wasn't paired with Evis again.
"Evis Kayne, you're working with Dalton Slovenia"
Thank the lord.
"Chester with Phoebe"
"Liam with Fatima"
"Harry with Louis"
His head suddenly shot up. Him and Harry? Did he hear that right?
God forbid that his middle school crush was now going to be working with him.
He was proved wrong when Harry turned around, his curls bouncing slightly and passed him a kind smile from all the way across.
This might not be so bad.
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ugh this one sucked so I changed the storyline a bit. Do you guys like constant updates but small chapters or long chapter but monthly updates?
