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Chapter One(Intro) ~Lou POV~

~Louis POV~ (Song: Chandelier by Sia)

Party girls don't get hurt

Can't feel anything, when will I learn

I push it down, push it down

I'm the one "for a good time call"

Phone's blowin' up, they're ringin' my doorbell

I feel the love, feel the love

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

Throw em back, till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

Like it doesn't exist

I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

And I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes

Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight

Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes

Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight

On for tonight

Sun is up, I'm a mess

Gotta get out now, gotta run from this

Here comes the shame, here comes the shame

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

1,2,3 1,2,3 drink

Throw em back till I lose count

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

Like it doesn't exist

I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the—

I feel something tap my my shoulder and I turn off my music and pull out the funky looking iPhone 5 earphones.I look over to see my best mate...my only mate Niall Horan.

"Hey Mate!" He exclaims through his Irish accent.

"Hi" I say barely above a whisper.

"What's wrong?" He asks noticing my down mood.

Niall doesn't exactly know about my depression. I mean I assume he expects something, he's know me since I was in middle school still trying to figure out my sexuality. I am so deep in depression I'm drowning.  Ever since I came out in freshman year I've been depressed. The bullying gets worst every year. I'm now in senior year and still have the same bullies. Harry Styles, Liam Payne, and Zayn Malik. Most of the bullying is verbal abuse. Once in a while it is physical, but I can handle it, atleast that's what I tell Nialler. He doesn't know about the scars that line the sides of my stomach, and the red lines of blood on his hips. But no one needs to know about that.

"Nothing's wrong man, didn't get any sleep last night." I respond. He nods and we enter the school building, right in time when our first period starts.

I didn't necessarily lie to him though. It's true I didn't get much sleep last night because I downloaded this new app called Wattpad. And I'm officially obsessed. It's an app where you can read other people's work and write your own e-book! I just got it last night and so far am in the middle of 4 books. You can also message other people and talk about books and become friends, I've met about 3 or 4 people. I am planning on posting a collection of my own poems soon. The best part is that in my bio i shared that I'm gay and don't get much hate. But if i ever do I can just block them. So fat I've read some romance novels (ahhhhhhhh love, it will never happen to me but hey! I can read about it) I've read some fan fiction of a really cute boy band called 5SOS. And I may have read *cough cough* maybeI'vereadsomesmut. What can I say I'm thirsty.

I turn my phone off after checking the latest updates of the stories I'm reading

and put my phone on silence right as my drama teacher walks in...Ms. Flack.