Louis is just trying to get by. Which is pretty hard if you prance around in skirts, feel like you eat too much, have a dead mother in heaven constantly reminding you of how special you are, an absent father who lives at his job, have idiots at school talking about you behind your back, all while making sure your eyeliner doesn't smear by sixth period. Oh, and there's also this boy named Harry. He's pretty important, too.