He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 1

Louis's POV

"Mum, we don't have to move just because of me." I tell my concerned mother.

"Louis! You're getting bullied based on your sexuality!" she exclaims in the empty house.

Before I could get to protest she says, "It's final and you can't change my mind. I'm not letting my baby get hurt physically or emotionally." my mother's voice softens making me nod in agreement.

"Goodbye, Doncaster?" I question

"Goodbye, Doncaster." mum repeats in affirmation.

~*~

I pick up my last 2 bags to my new bedroom and dump them in the middle of the room.

"Louis!" I hear mum shout from downstairs

"Coming" I groan out, rubbing my red palms in exhaustion. Walking out the room and going down the stairs, I pick up my last cardboard box filled with my belongings. I stumble on my first step going up the stairs but I manage. I drop the heavy box with the numerous black dustbin bags filled with my clothes and shoes. I sit down on the matress I will be sleeping on which hasn't got a duvet yet.

"Louis!" mum scolds in the doorway.

"What, mum?" I look up at her. "Well..put your things away. I sometimes wonder if Lottie is the eldest out all of you!" "'cause she's always a right bit-" I start but from the look on my mum's face I stop my unfinished sentence.

"I'm sorry," I say "I'm just..overwhelmed. Because we moved doesn't mean I won't get bullied in Cheshire. What if nobody likes me? I mean, I'll be stared at as I moved in the middle of the year. Like how embarrassing is that?" I explain, staring at the pile of boxes and bags on my cream carpeted floor.

"People will love you Lou, you're the bestestest brother ever!" Daisy comes in making me smile.

"Thanks, Daisy" I open my arms out, welcoming her in a cuddle. She runs up to me and I envelop her in a warm embrace causing her to sit on my lap.

"Louis, you'll do great, just remember we all love you just the way you are." mum smiles at me.

"Where's my mother and what have you done to her?" I tease

"And tidy your room!" mum laughs, turning away from my room. "Never mind" I mumble.

"Hey, Daisy?" she get off my lap and says, "Yeah?" "Wanna help me clean and tidy my room?" I grin sweetly.

"No." Then she walks out the door making me slam my head onto the white matress.

~*~

"So?" I stare at my mother in the driver's seat. "Just, go" she waves me off with a flick of the wrist. I dismiss her by taking off my seatbelt and exiting the family car. I sigh seeing her roll down the window and telling me to, "Be good and make some friends!" I roll my eyes and heave my backpack onto my shoulder once I'm inside the building of my new secondary school. Year 12 here I come.

Hearing the automatic doors close and making a beep, cuasing the reception office sence my arrival.

A woman with blonde hair whips her head aroud to my direction. I walk up to her nodding my head. "Erm, I'm a new student" my voice rough "Name and year?" comes a high pitched voice from the blonde woman. Clearing my throat I say, "Louis Tomlinson and Year 12"

She nods her head and turns left to her computer, typing. I catch a glimpse of a name tag on her top reading: 'Susan'. I hear a printer and then Susan hands me 3 pieces of A4 paper.

"Your timetable, map of the school and the schedule. Have a great year in Cheshire Community School" she forces a smile which looks too fake for my liking. I take the paper out her grasp and thank her.

I fold the pages after I've read my first lesson.

English.

I go up the stairs which are painted grey. Stuffing the pieces of paper in my bag, I turn right to the english department. Entering the dimly lit hallway I spot about 10 classrooms in total. I stop at the front door of my first class, straightening my red shirt, brushing off nonexistent dirt on my black skinny jeans and fixing my quiffed caramel hair. Gripping my bag like a vice, I knock on the door and enter the big classroom.

"Ah! Mr.Tomlinson" a man with a black suit and stubbled jaw greets me. "Welcome to English,lad. I'm Mr. Lowe. You may choose to sit where ever there is a free seat" Mr.Lowe gestures to the class with judgemental stares with his rather large hands. I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly looking around and seeing no welcoming looks. Except one. I head towards the boy with blonde tips and brown roots on his hair, pale skin and blue eyes.

Once I get there, I dump my bag next to the two seater desk and sit down on the black plastic chair. Hooking my right foot on the metal leg of the chair, I turn towards the smiling boy.

"Hi, 'm Niall" he says in an irish accent. "Louis" I mutter timidly. "Shy one aren't ya?" he sets his elbow on the desk, tapping on his phone. "No" I say, facing Mr.Lowe as he writes 'Shakespeare, Mid Summer Night's Dream' on the whiteboard. I light up, taking out my equipment and notebook.

"Eager" Niall comments. I shrug in response watching and listening as Mr.Lowe explains to us to read the textbook in front of us and answer the questions while someone hands out our exercise books.

After 20 minutes has passed I get stuck on question 32.

"Hey, Niall?" I face him, seeing his textbook and exercise book still closed. Instead he has his phone in his hand rather than his pen. "Yeah?" he replies looking up from his phone. "What's the answer to question 32?" I ask. He opens his blue exercise book and reads. "Mexico City" he says.

"That's weird since we're in an english lesson" I stiffle a laugh. "What?! I thought this was geography?" he exclaims in the silent classroom. I burst out laughing making everyone turn their attention to us. I stop laughing immediately, flushing 20 different shades of red on my tanned skin. I settle on a quiet chuckle.

"Mr.Horan and Mr.Tomlinson, what's the cause of the desrruption?" Mr.Lowe questions from his messy table.

"Nothing, sir" we say in unison.