Jealousy ||Larry fanfic||

Chapter 1

A/N: I just added the video preview to the fanfiction if you'd like to watch it!just click on the cover at the top ^ and then to the right, it should be there.

I've been working on this story for awhile, and will hopefully be updating every week! xx

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Today was the day. My first day of school in America. I had just moved to America after my parents got in a bad car wreck, they had died a week ago.

Now I lived at a dumb foster home. I was forced to share a room with a five year-old boy, who was annoying as fuck. But he was somewhat loveable. He has blonde hair, and a bratty personality. He was sometimes nice to me, but I still hated him.

"See ya later, brat!" I yelled as I ran out of the house, not wanting to miss the bus.

"Louis, don't forget your lunch!" Angela, my foster mom, yelled. "I don't need lunch, I'll be fine. TATA!" I yelled back, this was the very first time I was actually looking forward to school.

I had just turned sixteen, and this was my junior year in high school. It was also September, so school had already started. Nothing like starting school in the middle of the year! And if you can't tell, that's sarcasm.

"Class, I'd like to introduce our new student all the way from...?" The teacher looked over at me. "England. Doncaster, England." I said, looking down at my feet.

"This is Lewis-" the teacher started to say.

"My name is Louis, I'm 16, and I'm from England. Can I please sit down now?" I asked impatiently, hating everyone staring at me.

"Of course." The teacher said. I quickly walked to the back of the class, where the only empty desk was.

I had on a white sweatshirt, jeans, a pair of sneakers, and a pink bow in my hair. My hair is almost shoulder length, my dad had made me cut it. What? I'm in the process of becoming transgender. Is there a problem?

Obviously, there must be. People were whispering, and trying not to laugh as they pointed at me.

I looked at the boy in front of me. He had curly dark brown hair, and piercing green eyes.

He fake coughed and said "Gay" while fake coughing. That caused everyone to laugh as I turned bright red.

"Harold Styles! Do you want to go back to detention?" The teacher asked.

"Detention is way better than the shit you teach. Sorry...not sorry." He laughed.

"That's it, go to the principals office now!"

"Okay! Thank you." He smirked and got up.

"Rude much?" I asked quietly. "Shut up." He glared at me as he walked out of the classroom.

"I'm sorry about that Louis. Harry is very ignorant." The teacher said.

"It's fine, Mrs. Maxwell. I understand." I said while looking down.

It was lunch time, I realized how hungry I was. I had left my lunch at home and had no money.

I walked into the cafeteria, and saw Harry. Great. I sighed and walked out of the cafeteria, and outside.

I sat down on a bench, by myself. Everyone was inside the building.

"What are you doing out here?" I heard someone ask. I looked up, seeing a boy with black hair with red streaks in it. He was obviously taller than me, probably five foot something.

"Oh, I just um, needed some time to myself." I said, making up an excuse.

"Forgot your lunch?" He asked as he sat down next to me.

"Pretty much." I said, causing him to chuckle.

"I'm Jackson, we have math together." That made me think of what had happened in math class earlier, when Harry had made fun of me.

"Yeah, I know. I'm Louis." I smiled slightly. "Is Harry like that around everyone or just me?"

"Ignore Harry, he's a bitch."

"Yeah, I've noticed." I looked down, pulling the bow out of my hair.

"Hey, don't worry about what other people think. I don't have that many friends either, and I've lived here my whole life. Just give it time." He says while looking at me.

"Thanks." I smile.

He grabs the bow out of hands, and puts it back in my hair. "There! That's perfect." I blush slightly as he smiles.

"I better get going, I don't want to be late for class. Mr. Sanders just loves it when I'm late!" Jackson says, standing up.

"No kidding! I have Mr. Sanders for science too!" I smile brightly

"Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go!" He yells, grabbing my arm, and runs.