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boca julia petit

≫ okay unless I say so the chapter is a whole new day lol
≫ there's some language in here so cover your eyes

louis pov ~unedited~

I was walking in the hallway going to my next class, clutching my books to my skinny, flat chest. So many guys that went to this school were so muscular, but I was so small. I'm glad though, because I can fit in pretty shirts so I can be pretty. Harry wouldn't like me if I wasn't pretty. I wasn't paying attention when I was smashed up against a locker, my books flying from my arms because they were being knocked out by a group of football players. I wasn't paying attention when they called me a f-g or a 'lousy excuse for a boy'. I did pay attention when Harry was laughing along with them though. And that's all that matters.

I didn't bother to pick up my books that were distributed all over the ground. I just ran. The tears were selling in my eyes, spilling down on my cheeks.

Was I not good enough for Harry?

Did yesterday mean nothing to him?

I felt hands grab onto me, making me halt. I struggled until I didn't want to fight against the person anymore.

"Are you okay mate," the deep voice asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I sniffled, looking down at the red and white checkered dirty floor.

"What's your name," the guy asked again, and I lifted my head to see his face.

"Louis," I whispered as I looked at his brown eyes.

If I didn't dedicate myself to Harry, I would like him, I decided in my head.

"Well mate, I'm Liam," he held his hand out for me to shake it, and I shook it.

"Well I better be going Liam," I said as I heard the bell ring.

"I'll see you around then?" Liam questioned hopefully.

I shrugged, "Sure."

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this is a psa: LISTEN TO FROOT BY MARINA ITS SO GOOD
I'm probably going to do a double update today bc it's rainy and gross :/ oh wait I don't go outside lol