Ready to rock and Roll!?
Good, me neither. WAAAY too tired.
Have you peeps seen A Very Harry Potter Musical? I almost screamed when i saw Glee for the first time and noticed Kurts boyfriend was Harry freakin' Potter. Just making sure you all know Darren Criss is Supermegafoxyawesomehot.... it's true.
I'm easily amused okay?
Anywhooos apparently the last chapter wasn't bad? i aim to make this one longer and hopefully i can keep up with it not being terrible.
Just to clarrify, the last chapter was a kind of overview, just summing up Harry's past, his life, his feelings and so on. This chapter will procceed before Harry has met Louis and it'll begin from the beginning.... with all its starting beginningness (that's a word now)
Oh p.s I've changed Harry's parents names to Jarred and Michelle because i love Anne and Robin, and i don't think they'd do anything this horrible to Harry :) It's an Alternate Universe fic anyways so i'm allowed to change names and shit :D
Weeelll.... Have Fun! and just remember...
No deje que la caca de los elefantes en su tutú! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Harry's POV
I bit my lip, trying my hardest not to scream when the pain continued to shoot through my body. The cold, hardwood floor was unforgiving to my bare skin, sending chills down my spine as i lay there while my step dad continued to take his anger out on me.
It's my fault he's angry, i should have done what he told me to. I should have learned by now that when i get lazy i get into trouble. It's my fault, i deserve this.
My step dad Jarred brought his belt down on my back again. The horrible stinging pain made me hold in a gut wrenching scream, instead it escaped my lips as a pathetic whimper. I hung my head, burying it into the wooden floor, attempting to protect it from further damage. I clenched my hands into fists and let out a broken gasp as his make-shift whip connected with my rear end.
He got some kind of sick pleasure out of seeing me in pain while trying to do something as simple as sitting down. But he'd always do that. If he sprained or broke one of my arms he'd make sure that arm was the only one i used on a daily basis. He told my dcotor that i have special needs and that i'm incredibly clumsy, and i have no choice but to agree with him. It's almost sad, the amount of people who believe him when he tells them that i broke my arm and three ribs by accident. All of my parents friends know that i don't like going out, i don't like other people to be honest, but they never even bother questioning why i show up every new day with a new cut or bruise.
I get the feeling one of my mothers friends is onto him, but she doesn't want to judge or cause any trouble for my mum. Everyone knows she wouldn't last long without my step dad. He makes all the money and he makes all the rules. I'm not sure about her first name but her last name's Payne... or something. She's definitely onto him. I guess that's why she's incredibly nice to me on the rare occasion i see her, since Jarred doesn't let me. The last time she came to visit me, he told her that I didn't want to see her, that i wanted her to leave me alone. I have no idea if she believed what he said or not, all i know is that i haven't seen her since.
"Get up!" Jarred said sternly, standing behind me. I put my shaking limbs beneath my chest and pushed myself onto my hands and knees slowly. As i began to stand up, Jarred decided i was moving to slowly and he grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly and yanking me up to a hunched over, standing position.
"Go get ready for school and get out of my house you little shit"
He pushed me towards the door to the hallway and i stumbled over, falling onto my knees before scrabling up, ignoring the pain it brought me and hastily exited the room, and procceded to trip clumsily up the stairs. I knew he wouldn't bother me while i was getting ready, the sooner i'm out of the house the sooner he can invite his drunk-ass friends over and plan how's he's going to torture me when i get home.
I leaned on the doorframe to the bathroom and caught my balance before i tried to walk along the hard tile flooring, which still had small blood stains from previous 'accidents' on my behalf. I slowly trudged over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. My bare chest showed off a pale, under fed torso, with fading scars and bruises tracing almost every inch of skin. I've always had a slender frame with toned muscles, i just looked a lot healthier before my mum married Mr child-hater. My face was always left untouched, so my appearence didn't raise suspicion to any of my neighbours or the guidance councillers at school. It's also the reason why i have to wear long sleeved shirts or sweaters everyday, but there was the obvious sleep deprived look i showed off, dark circles hanging underneath my eyes. Not unlike every other teenager in highschool.
I closed the door, slipped out of my pajama pants and boxers and turned the shower on, testing the water with my hand before stepping in. I just like standing in the shower, letting the warm water wash over my aching body, trying to forget my life and hope that when i eventually stepped out i'd be living in my own house, somewhere FAR away from here. I turned around in the cubicle so my back faced the running water. It stung badly as it dripped onto the newly made wounds but there's something about the stinging pain when i'm the one causing it.
It's better. It makes me feel something, i feel somehow, not as empty.
I stared down at my wrists, inspecting the fading scars and scabing cuts running from one side to the other. I hadn't done it for a while, i didn't figure i needed to. I get cut up enough without my help.
I quickly washed my hair, hissing when the soap ran down my back and then got out, drying myself with a towel. I gathered my clothes, avoiding the mirror and opened the bathroom door, looking down the hallway and hurried across the hallway to my room.
It's not really my room but it became my room after Jarred moved in with us. I came home one day to find all of my things crammed into the study and he turned my room into a place for him and his drunken friends to gamble and take drugs all night long.
I lothe my step dad. I hate him with every stinging fibre in my body. I've planned his murder more than once, each plot getting more and more gory and painful. The only thing i want more than to move out is for him to feel everything he's put me through for the past ten years. I want him to die. Slowly and painfully. Now i think about it he can take my mum with him. She doesn't care about me, she never even tries to stop Jarred when she sees what he does to me. She leaves at about five in the morning and doesn't come back until passed midnight, just to make sure she would never witness Jarred doing anything that could get him arrested.
I got dressed carefully, being gentle with myself so i didn't anger any of my several injuries. I decided on black jeans and a white t-shirt, covered up with my navy blue sweater. I slipped on a simple pair of white sneakers and went back over to the bathroom and quickly dried my hair, swooping it to the side to cover up a bruise on my head which Jarred accidently made when he pushed me into a wall last night.
I stepped back into my room, picking up my school bag and double checking i had the correct books for today before swinging it over my shoulder. I stepped out of my room and peered down the staircase to make sure it was safe to make a run for it. I took a deep breath and barrelled down the stairs making a sharp left and moving swiftly out the front door. I sighed and started walking to the nearest bus stop that would take me to the place that ranks 2nd on my "places i hate the most" list.
I don't even know why people started hating me, it seemed to start on my very first day. I stayed out of other peoples business, i didn't try to show off to my new classmates, i just kept to myself. But i guess the bullies could sense my insecurites no doubt and decided i would be fun to pick on. No one even bothers stepping in because no one wants to get on their bad sides, knowing they'd end up like me. But to be honest i'm used to it. I've been an outcast my entire life, even in kindegarten i was that kid who sat away from all the other kids and played with building blocks.
I guess i'm kind of socially awkward, and the fact that no one wants to talk to me works really well for me, because it means i don't even have to try and be social. I can just sit by myself with my thoughts and be a loner. Some girls come up to me and attempt to start a conversation but they're always so incredibly annoying and their flirting would fail dramatically on every guy, not just me, so i just ignore them and wait a few minutes for them to get offended and leave. I know it's no way to make friends but i don't really want any. It's easier being unliked in my eyes, less pressure, no one to impress or show off to. It's just the way i like it.
The moment i reached the bus stop, the bus arrived and i climbed on with a few of my classmates and a couple of random passangers. I sat by myself mid way up the bus and leaned my head against the window, placing my bag on the seat next to me making sure no one would even consider sitting there.
The bus ride seemed slower than usual but when we eventually made it to school, i stayed seated until all the other kids had pushed their way off the bus and ran over to their various groups of friends before i stood up and walked onto the school grounds casually.
There are days when i can actually make it to my classroom without being pushed into a locker or having something thrown at me, but today wasn't one of those days.
As i walked down the school corridors i held my breath so i didn't yelp in pain as my back hit the hard metal surface of the lockers, my bag slipping off my shoulder onto the floor. I looked up slightly to see Kain Davey. He's the 'main bully' and he's just another one of the people on my kill list. He's the boss of the school, he makes more rules than the principal does and he likes to think that he's quite popular, but the fact is no one but his group of mediocre bullies like him and everyone else is too afraid to disagree with him. He's not exactly good looking either, his dirty blonde hair frames a square face, with grey eyes, a large nose and thin lips. Every girls dream right? ...no.
"Well look who it is! have a nice weekend faggot face?" Kain sneered at me, his bacon breath flowing over my face. I just stood there, not moving, not replying with a completely stone expression on my face. He doesn't scare me, as much as he likes to think he does, he doesn't realize that my step dad could do things that were hundreds of times worse than anything his pea-brain can think up.
He twisted his lips and grabbed the front of my sweater, pulling my back off the locker before slamming me into it again. I couldn't help but wince as my back was already sore, but i tried not to show the pain it was causing me. "Staying silent again huh? actually, i don't think i've ever heard you talk before!" he stated smiling devilishly. It's probably true, i choose not to speak at school, and my teachers have realized this and don't even bother asking me questions because they know i won't answer.
"C'mon, say something funny and i might just leave you alone today" he said lifting me up and slamming me back into the locker again. I let out an almost audible gasp which made Kain smirk. I looked to the side and glanced around at pretty much everything other than Kain, which seemed to make him angry "Oh you think ignoring me is gonna make this better for you?"
With one last push, every single locker on that block shook as i was slammed into them once again. My knees gave way and i slid down the lockers until i was on the ground with my back against the lower lockers. "Wrong" he spat, before laughing along with his little gang.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
A new voice entered the scene. Not one i had heard before but i assumed Kain and his 'friends' had by their reaction.
"Ah! New kid! Just teaching this fag a lesson, don't worry you'll get a chance later" He said smiling at the new person.
I glanced up at him and i could stop my eyes from going wide from either confusion or amazment.
He was quite tall, or at least he was from my position on the floor. He had light brown, feathery hair which swooped to one side of his head neatly. He had a nice face, accompanied by two beautiful blue eyes. I noticed toned muscles through his clothes, especially his arms and his skin was tanned giving him a really healthy glow. It made me look at my own pale skin before looking back up at the god-like boy in front of me. The only thing that confused me about him was the was the way he's dressed. He was wearing a grey shirt with a button up collar, with all of them undone, fluro/dark blue jeans, white shoes with no socks and white suspenders. He looked too neat to be from around here. Everyone who lives here have just enough money to get by, with a little bit left over for personal needs, but this kid looks like he was raised in a pretty nice, rich environment.
"My name's Louis." The boy said sounding ticked off and Kain nodded "Oh right! I remember now! Well c'mon L, You stick with me and in a few days, you'll almost be as cool as me! I'd ditch the suspenders though..." Kain motioned the boy over to him but he didn't move.
"You really expect me to go anywhere with you after seeing that?" The boy Louis said firmly, refferring to me i'm guessing. Kain huffed since he's not used to anyone dissagreeing with him but smiled curiously anyway. "What? So you're gonna stay here with the homo-express?" Kain said in disbelief and Louis just smiled smartly "That's a good idea! i think i will" he said nodding in a fake thanks.
A crowd began to form around the two and unfortunately i was stuck in the middle. Kain huffed again and stepped closer to Louis, there wasn't much difference in height but Kain was still taller, which he used to his advantage. "Don't be stupid newbie, you're not seriously gonna turn me down because you don't like how i treat curly over there. It's social suicide, trust me when i say he's not worth your time."
Louis just smiled again. Why? i don't know but it definitely annoyed Kain.
"Uhh, Let me think- Yes. I'm turning you down and i'm certain he'd be much nicer company than any of you box-heads" Louis said slipping his hands into his pockets nodding to the group of boys behind Kain, who were growing angrier as Louis insulted them freely.
Kain stepped closer so his and Louis' chests were almost touching. "Let me get this straight, i'm giving you the chance to be at the top of this school and you go ahead and dig yourself down?"
"Wow you're thick. Yes! That's exactly what i'm doing" Louis said loudly and slowly, like he was speaking to his deaf grandfather. People in the crowd chuckled but shut up once they noticed Kain getting much angrier by the second.
"You're dead freak" Kain said threateningly and Louis just smirked.
"That's nice, now why don't you go back to your closet and get your bacon breath out of my face"
There was a noticable gasp from everyone in the crowd around us. Louis just suggested Kain was a closeted gay and now i'm pretty sure everyone's expecting him to get his face beaten in. I wasn't exactly shocked, if i could laugh i probably would be, but i haven't laughed in years so that's not happening. I just watched the scene in front of me with interest.
Kain's face was red now, you could practically see the steam pouring out from his over sized ears.
"That's it, you just made the biggest mistake of your life. Go ahead and hang out with your new boyfriend because now, you're on my list of people i plan " Kain said trying his hardest to scare Louis, but it just wasn't working.
"I certainly will!" Louis said grinning proudly "Have fun boning your little friends in the bathroom okay?" he added giving them a little wave.
I'm almost certain Kain's face could make toast now. It's so red you could mistake it for a tomato. "The next time i see you, you're gonna be in a lot of pain smartass" Kain said poking Louis' chest warningly. Louis just casually pushed Kain's hand away and smiled up at him.
"I'd love to see you try"
After that, Kain growled and gave the small crowd that formed a threatening look before turning on his heel and walking away. The crowd slowly started to drift away, everyone going their separate ways to their classes but Louis stayed right there, looking quite pleased with himself.
I just decided to sit there, being in too much pain to be bothered moving at all. Then Louis turned to face me and looked down to meet my eyes with his own. He smiled again, this time warmer than when he was smiling at Kain.
I watched his sock-less feet as he moved closer to me and i looked up the second his hand came into my view. I flinched and pressed my back flat against the lockers completely out of habit. But when i realized he wasn't my step dad and that he wasn't about to hit me, i relaxed slightly, but still rather tensed up. Louis smiled kindly at me, deciding to kneel down in front of me.
"Hey! Are you okay?" He said brightly
I just stared at him, my eyebrows brought together slightly showing my confusion as to why he was trying to talk to me. Wasn't he listening to Kain? I choose not to talk to people because i don't want to. Louis turned his head to the side a tiny bit, raising an eyebrow and holding out his hand again.
"Need a hand?" he asked simply
What does he mean? I have two perfectly good hands, sure they're a little bony and buised but they still wor- ...oh wait, he wants to help me up...
Which only raised more questions. Why did he randomly decide to stick up for some kid he doesn't even know. Stuff like this confuses me, for all he knows i could be a total ass! which i guess is kinda true since i ignore everyone but he doesn't know a thing about me.
And why would he expect me to talk to him if i don't talk to the people i've known for way longer? I don't trust anyone, that's why i don't speak to them, because words you say can be used against you.
I just stared at his hand. I don't understand why he wants to help me up. Does he think i look too weak and pathetic to get up by myself? I glanced from his face, which was kind and patient, to his hands then back up to his face before putting my arms beside me and getting to a point where i was mimicking Louis' kneeling position, and then stood up, dusting off the front of my sweater while watching Louis cautiously. He shrugged and stood up, a little shorter than me, and held his hand out again. My eyes whipped down to his hand and i couldn't help but flinch again, but then i saw my bag in his grip, holding it up for me to take.
I repeated my action from before and glanced between his face and his hand which was holding my bag in utter confusion.
Louis' smile was rather unsure of itself now and he raised his eyebrow again, curiously as to why i hadn't taken my bag yet.
"This is yours isn't it?" he asked seeming like now he was unsure of his actions.
I took one last look at his face and he smiled and held it a little bit closer to me before i slowly reached my hand out and took the strap that wasn't in his hand, so i didn't actually have to come close to touching another person voluntarily. Louis smiled ever brighter once i had taken my bag and then slipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans.
"I'm Louis" he stated, grinning happily "Do ya' feel like telling me your name?"
He asked me if i wanted to tell him my name? Well that's new.
To be honest no. Why doesn't he just call me fag like everyone else. I've learned to respond to it.
The weird part is that even though i'm completely unwilling to answer him, he doesn't look awkward or impatient at all. He just keeps smiling at me, looking at my face expectanly, but someow understanding that i didn't want to speak to him.
He chuckled and tilted his head "No? Well that's okay. I was just wondering if you knew where room 203 was? This place is so massive i'm no doubt going to get lost" he said laughing.
Room 203 happened to be my homeroom, but If i didn't tell him my name what made him think i was going to tell him where that room was? I know it seems silly that i'm so untrusting towards him but i can't help it. I'm a paranoid person. Everyone shooting me down has only convinced me that the world is out to get me and the constant abuse from my step dad only helped that along. But for the first time.. ever, i actually feel like i want to trust him.
I nodded to the side, signalling for him to follow me and started walking without checking to see if he'd caught on to my vague gesture. Apparently he did, and he walked along beside me, smiling at me again. "Thanks!" he said as brightly as ever "Sorry if i'm annoying you, i see now that Kain wasn't kidding about you not talking but i don't mind if speaking to me would make you uncomfortable"
I can't understand what he's doing. I can tell he wants me to speak but he's not even trying to make me, he's just talking to me casually. And he apologised to me for talking to me, thinking that he was annoying. What's up with this guy? He's not annoying, not even in the slightest but he just keeps continuing to confuse me with his bright, chirpy ways and the way he takes my feelings into consideration before he asks me anything.
I not used to people looking at me, let alone trying this hard to start a conversation. I can't help but be suspicious, there's been more than one attempt by Kains buddies to by as nice as possible to me and then just push me inot the dirt and spit on me so for all i know that whole fight could have just been a big facade.
I headed towards the stairs up to the next floor with Louis beside me. We reached the platform at the top and then i turned to go up the second flight of stairs. About half way up, being as clumsy as i am, i lost my footing on one of the steps and fell backwards.
I've fallen down stairs before, mostly after being pushed, but this time was different. One thing that was different is that i didn't hit the stairs. I opened my eyes after the realization hit and looked up to see Louis with one of his arms slung around my waist, stopping me from falling any further and the other one clinging to the banister so he didn't tumble down with me after he caught me.
He caught me? With one arm? either i'm lighter than i thought or he's a lot stronger than he looks. Well his biceps are huge, i guess i didn't expect him to use them to... help me. He actually did something to prevent me from hurting myself? But... why?
All of a sudden i felt hot and bothered. I started shaking and my face felt like it was on fire. Louis lifted me back onto my feet so i was standing up straight and before he could say anything i hurried up the stairs, not caring if he got lost or not.
When i reached the top i continued to walk down the hallway to mine and Louis' homeroom. I didn't even bother turning around to see if he was still there or not but i didn't have to because seconds later he came running up beside me.
"Woah! slow down mate! You alright? that fall could have been nasty" Louis said as chipper as ever. Why can't he just leave me alone? Why can't he understand i don't want his company!? It's confusing and irritating and i hate it!
When we finally got to the room i opened the door and walked in, hastily making my way to my spot at the back of the classroom, dropping my bag and sitting down, putting my elbow on the table. Louis had his intentions to join me interupted when Kayla decided to jump in front of him.
Kayla's the type of girl that all the guys like. She had long blonde hair with part of her fringe clipped back behind her ear, she's quite thin and she always wore... let say, clothing that looked a bit too small for her. Long story short, she's a slut and she knows it but from what i've witnessed, she's actually quite nice, just not around her large group of friends. Being the one who doesn't speak, it gives me time to observe every one else and I get the feeling she's trying to keep an image that's not the real her, but it's not unlike every other kid here. Normally i would care about anything she has to say, but curiosity took over and i listened carefully to her conversation with Louis.
"Why hey there! you must be that famous new kid i've heard so much about!" She said putting on a sweet voice.
Louis raised an eyebrow, smiling politely "Uh, i'm sorry, what do you mean?"
Kayla giggled and poked his chest gently "You're the one who stood up to that big bully Kain! I used to date him you know?"
"That doesn't surprise me" Louis said keeping his polite smile while he subtly insulted her.
Kayla smiled and stepped closer to him, tracing circles on his chest "Anyway, do you have anyone to hang out with and show you around? because i'd be more than happy to" She purred, biting her lip invitingly.
"Actually i do! Uh..." Louis said pointing over to me, still unaware of my name and i looked down at my table quickly before Kayla turned around.
"That kid? Does he even have a name?" she questioned sounding confused that i actually kind of communicated with anyone and Louis sighed.
"Of course he does! he's just not comfortable telling anyone" he said understandingly, sounding like he was trying to ensure Kayla didn't judge me.
Kayla made a disapproving face in my direction before turning back to Louis "Well i think he's weird. He's super cute but he hasn't checked me out once!" She whined, looking genuinally upset about the fact i don't really care about her.
Louis chuckled and Kayla continued
"Well if you want a tourguide who will actually talk to you, then just say! see you later cutie!" She winked at him and skipped across the room.
Louis smiled at her and then looked over at me and made his way over to me. I put my head down again, hoping he wouldn't speak to me but i probably should have known that was a long shot. He took the seat to the left of me and stared at me curiously.
I really wanted to tell him to fuck off and to stop trying to be so nice to me. I know he doesn't really care, he just doesn't want to introduce himself to other people so he's sticking with me. The second he meets someone he likes he'll forget about me and everything will be back to normal.
I ignored him like i do everyone else and looked up at the clock at the front of the class. We had just over five minutes until we had to go off to our first lesson and i pulled my bag over ot me and searched through it to try and find my timetable. I lifted it out of my bag and studied 'Monday' on the list, seeing that i had History first, then Art, and then after break-time i had my ditch lesson.
I glanced to the side to see Louis examining my timetable. I pulled it away but i was a bit to slow on the uptake.
"You sing?" he said excitidly, after seeing my lesson that sat inbetween breaks. I packed my timetable back into my bag and leaned forward on my table waiting for the bell to ring.
"Well you're taking lessons so i'm assuming you do? That's really cool!, it doesn't look like i'm in any of your classes until the end of the day but-"
He seemed perky until that moment when he suddenly stopped dead in the middle of his sentance. Maybe the fact that i'm clearly ignoring him finally got to him? Whatever it was, this is the longest time he's been silent and it's kind of unnerving. Normally moments after i get a couple seconds of silence at home, Jarred comes in screaming at me for whatever reason he could think up and.... well the same goes on from then.
Then Louis spoke again, but he didn't seem as happy and chipper as he has all morning.
"Look, from what i've figured out, you don't like people, and you probably hate me for being so insistant when i don't even know anything about you. Hell, i've gotten further with my two year old cousin, at least she was open enough to tell me her name." He was speaking his mind, sounding firm and... well, annoyed. I don't blame him, that was my plan, but i expected him to get annoyed and call me something horrid before storming off. But Louis had something else in mind.
"My point is...there's... something about you that i don't want to just ignore, like everyone else here seems to. I get that you may want me to, and it might even make you hate me even more, but i don't care, and i'm not going to let myself get pushed away, and definiely not by you. So i just want to let you know, i'm not going anywhere"
My head shot up and suddenly i was brought back to a moment of my childhood that played a big part in scaring my life.
My dad. My real dad. The one who i thought cared about me, the one who actually wanted to hear about my day, the one who took any piece of crap pictures i drew when i was seven and put them on the fridge for everyone to see. He told me that he loved me and that he'd always be here for me.
I can't believe i was stupid enough to believe him.
He just left! he packed up all his stuff one morning and just left! he didn't even say goodbye, he didn't tell his only son he loved him, he just left... and i never saw him again.
So why does Louis want to stay around? I'm not interesting, i'm not clever. I'm not even special enough for my own dad to stay around. So why should he care about me?
As the bell for the first lesson rung throughout the school, every kid in my class stood up, including Louis but i was honsetly too stuck in my own world to notice at the first few seconds. Louis picked up his bag, swinging it over his shoulder and began to walk across the classroom to the door, when i stood up and caught his attention the only way i could think of in a second.
"Louis Wait!"
My own voice surprised me, it felt like it had been years since i had spoken, and since Louis had never heard it before it took him a second or two to remember the fact that i'm the only one in the class who knows his name.
I don't know why i suddenly decided to put so much trust into what Louis told me. For all i know he could have told a huge lie just to get me to open up but for some reason, maybe the same reason as him, I want to know why i'm suddenly the most important thing in Louis' daily life, i want to know why he's putting so much effort into getting to know me.
He turned around to face me with a shocked expression written all over him and i felt myself burn up instantly. I felt the same shake run up my back, my botom lip started trembling, i was frozen and as far as i knew the next time i tried to speak it would come out croaky and shaken, but i felt like i needed to say something now he's looking at me so expectantly.
I looked at my feet and fiddled with the sleeves of my sweater around my palms and breathed deeply before raising my head again.
"It's Harry..." I blurted out without a second thought "My... name's Harry..."
Louis' face changed from shock, to a grin that spread from ear to ear.
"Well then Harry, I'll see you later then?" He said cautiously, like he sensed how awkward actually speaking was for me.
I was hesitant at first, but i nodded, and he returned the nod, smiling brightly once again before he turned and exited the classroom, leaving me somewhat relieved that i was brave enough to do that.
Because little as Louis knew, i was one baby step closer to finding myself and somewhow i think we both knew at that moment, that he was the only one who could help me.
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Wow that was long. The little roller thingy on the side is really small!
Well that's the first chapter and i hope you liked it!!
If it sucked hippogriff ass then i'm sorry but it'll be better next time! YAAY!
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