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Louis' POV:

I always wondered why my parents were so attached to me it seemed like, they wouldn't let me go to any party type setting that involves a bunch of drunk, high teenagers which in reality, that's how all parties are in high school. Being kept to my parents like that did have an affect on me, you could say. I still had fears, don't get me wrong, I wasn't afraid of everything, just stuff like any other child would have. Thunder and the dark were my two biggest fears and I use to think about it all the time. See, I'm not scared of the dark.. I'm scared about what's in it, it's like how people are afraid of heights. They are afraid of the fall, not how high up they are. There are also two types of dark, nighttime and then when a person is dark, and I knew that would scare my parents. Their little baby boy dating a tattooed, pierced teenager. This probably wasn't the best way for me to get them to stop, but it's worth a chance, and who knows? Harry might actually be a lot different then people assume he is. School wasn't the best place for me, being openly gay brought some unwanted attention to me from people who didn't really support being gay. Most of them were big macho men who think they are 'oh so cool' and own the school, when really an ant could kick their ass. I parked in my lot and made my way inside, walking into the crowded halls full of people. I sighed, hearing the normal chatter from the girls, saying how Lidia cheated on John and how David took drugs at some party. I didn't really care about what they said, getting lost in my thoughts as I jammed things into my locker I didn't feel a hand tap my shoulder. I turned around and then I saw him, the boy who I would fake date. Harry smirked down at me considering how much taller he was than me. "So your friend told me what you'd like me to do." Harry hummed and shut louis' locker for him, smiling at him. "I suppose I could, considering I'm bisexual and all." He spoke and then licked over his plump lips. "But I'm not going to pretend I haven't seen you be pushed around and called names, so I'd like to help in that area to." He spoke and brushed a hair out of my eyes. I gulped some as I listened to the lad, his deep voice was lovely and how the words just rolled off his tongue. I blushed some and nodded. "Um, I don't really need help, it's fine.. I'm just living life like everyone else, everyone gets picked on." I said softly and bit my lip. Harry smiled at that. "I don't think you know the definition of life, for you have to live life, and to live life you must have fun, and Louis I don't think this is living your life, being trapped in by your parents and protected all the time, you're not living, you're simply existing." Harry finished and flicked hair out of his green eyes. I smiled slightly. "Well then Harry Styles, show me how to live." I whispered and put one of my hands on his chest, and by the way he agreed with a sparkle in his eyes, I knew this would be one hell of a fake boyfriend.