Freshmen Louis POV:
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I get up and turn off my alarm. First day to high school! I quickly change and run downstairs, excited for my day.
I've been in the closet my whole life, crushing on boys here and there. Over the winter last year, I dated this older boy who said he liked me only to destroy me because I was 'too young' for him.
I forgot about him, didn't care much about him anymore. Even though he was my first love, I would try to find new friends and soon boyfriends.
Luckily I have just moved from Ireland and my mum and her new husband, my new stepdad and his son, Niall came along.
Niall was charming but then again, he was younger than me and still in middle school. No way I could even think about liking him. Also, he is my step brother so that wouldn't really work.
Also, about Niall is he is straight. But his teeth aren't which I usually make fun of.
I like my new step dad. My mum and him married about three years ago. They met online and we moved to Ireland so they can get married.
But recently, my mum has had enough of him and he doesn't care. Mum only stays with him because she knows we'd have no where else to go.
"Hi mum! Hi step father" I smile coming downstairs, "Hi Nialler" I say smiling at him.
Even though he was my little stepbrother, and I didn't prefer him, I tried being nice.
"What ever gay boy" he mutters.
My step father gasps and thumps Niall in the back of the head, "Apologize, Niall" he says.
"Sorry" says Niall and goes back to eating his cereal, "Why are you so excited. Other than the fact that you're gay."
"Niall" warns my mum.
"It's the first day of school, duh" I chuckle.
"Yay! New boyfriends for you" he smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Niall, stop now" says mum.
"Whatever... I'm going" he says and picks up his bag and walks out.
"Why don't you scold your son?" asks mum.
"I hit him on the back of his head, that wasn't enough?"
"Don't you see, Niall is bullying Louis" mum says and dad shrugs.
"It's fine, mum. I don't care" I tell her honestly. I'm so used to Niall calling me gay boy that I've gotten used to it.
"It's not ok, he is calling you gay boy. That's not nice" she says.
"It's because he is gay, hun" says dad.
"Right, but doesn't mean Niall can be mean about it. Louis is a person with feelings just like Niall" she says.
"Stop arguing over me! I don't care. I'm going to school" I say. I kiss mums cheek and hug dad before going to the bus.
I step on and everyone is laughing, talking, and even a few people are making out.
Ew.
"Hurry up I'm on a schedule" says the fat sweaty man who probably smokes ten packs a day.
"Sorry" I say and start walking down the narrow isle. He closes the bus doors and starts driving.
The sudden jerk of the buses engine catches me off balance and I fall down next to someone.
Everyone laughs. I look up at the cute boy I fell next to. He is holding back his laughs, "You alright mate?" he asks in a cute accent. I think it's Australian.
"Yeah, this seat taken?" I ask standing up and brushing myself off.
"Yes. By you" he chuckles and scoots over a bit. He pats the seat for me to sit.
I sit and look around, everyone has returned their attention to their friends.
"Are you new to the area?"
"Yeah, I just moved from Ireland" I tell him.
"You don't sound Irish and by your brown hair, you don't seem Irish..." observes the kind stranger.
"Right, um, my mum married my step dad who lived in Ireland so we moved there for three years and now we moved here" I tell him.
"Interesting story there, mate... I'm Ashton. From Australia" he smiles and offers out his hand.
"I thought I heard a hint of an Aussie accent" I smile and take his hand and shake it, "Louis. From... Everywhere" I chuckle and so does Ashton.
"Nice to meet you Lou!" he says.
"Lou? I never been called that. I like it though" I chuckle, "Thanks... Ash" I say giving him a nickname of his own.
"Now I've never been called Ash! But like you, Lou, I like it" he smiles, "What grade are you going into?"
"I'm going into grade 9. And yourself?"
"10" he smiles.
I nod, nothing else to say.
The bus pulls up to the school, "See you after school?"
"What?" I ask confused.
"On the bus, mate" he chuckles and stands up.
"Oh um, yeah of course" I smile.
"Nice. See you later Lou" he smiles and tries to get past me.
As he walks away I watch him and I can't look away.
"Ha! Can't take your eyes off him, huh?" asks someone behind me.
"What?" I turn around and a group of boys are in the row behind me.
"Ashton... That looser. You won't look away! Are you gay?!" asks one of them and they all laugh as if it was the funniest thing.
"Yes. I am. What's the matter with that?" I ask and stand up, grabbing my bag and walking off the bus.
"So, first boy who is openly gay at this school" they original boy says putting his arm around me.
"Yeah. So?"
"Mate! Get your hand off him! He might try and kiss you!" chuckles one guy.
The boy pulls his arm off me quickly and pretends like his arm is burning off.
"Oh grow up" I say and continue walking.
They chuckle and follow me, "Awh! Don't leave us! We know you already are desperately wanting to make out with us" the leader of this group says.
I chuckle and turn around, "I'm not interested in any of you guys. You are repulsing" I roll my eyes.
They all laugh before the leader stands on a table nearby, "HEY EVERYONE! THIS KID HERE IS GAY!"
Everyone looks at him then at me and laughs.
"GAY BOY! GAY BOY! GAY BOY!" they start chanting.
I can face Niall but the whole school calling me gay boy is depressing
Tears well up in my eyes and I run to the bathroom.
Let's just say, by the end of the day, I was at home crying into my pillow.
"Hey, Louis... What's the matter?" asks my mum coming into my room and rubbing my back.
I lift my head up, my face red and full of tears, "They all made fun of me" I sob.
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry" she says softly, "I really am."
"They all called me gay boy. People threw paper balls at me. Pushed me. Shut my locker on me. I don't want to go back" I cried.
"It's ok, sweetie. I'll ask to see what Nialls dad wants to do. Ok?"
I nod and continue to cry. She sighs and walks away.
A few minutes later, I hear mum and dad yelling at each other. They are yelling about me.
"I'm so done with all this shit! If your son wants to go around and tell people he is gay, let him but you can't just let him change schools just so that it happens again" dad yells.
"He is your son too!" mum shouts back.
"Not anymore... I want a divorce" he decides.
My heart stops and I wait for mums reply, "Then leave. Get out" she says softly.
"Niall!" dad calls, "Grab some stuff, we are leaving!"
I walk to the living room and see my mum is crying now. I go and hug her, "Leave me alone, Louis. Just go to your room."
"But mum-"
"Shut up and go to your room Louis!" she screams and runs to her room.
I look over at Niall with da- his dad. Niall shrugs, "Bye" he says softly.
I give him a little wave, frightened to do any more.
Niall drops his bags and runs over to me and hugs me, "I'm sorry. For everything. I didn't know how much it would hurt. If you do change schools," he says pulling away, "I suggest you don't tell anyone you're gay and start experimenting with girls unless you want this to continue" he says then takes a deep breath.
Even though he was my little step-brother, well not anymore, he was like my real brother and always said the right things at the right times.
"Thanks, Niall. I hope to see you soon" I sigh a tear falling from my cheek. He nods and turns to his father. He grabs his bag and they both turn away and don't look back.
I never knew I wouldn't see them until my senior year when Niall would join the football team. He would pretend we never met. He wouldn't ever talk to me and would be really aggressive. One of our best defenders.
But that was in the future. This is now and my mum and I would soon start loosing utilities because mum doesn't have enough money to pay for it.
I changed schools and pretended I wasn't gay. I signed up for the soccer team. Made it. And got a girlfriend, name was Lily.
Soon it turned out that gay was just a faze for me. I'm actually straight and my mum didn't care that I changed. As long as I was happy. So was she.