Trapped *Coming Soon*
After School
"So class. To sum it up, that's why you always use protection." the nasty old Sex Ed teacher said. Right when he was about to announce something even more disgusting, the bell rang. Lucky us.
"Ok class. Remember this is just the first day of Sex Ed, the rest of the year, will be...interesting," he said before dismissing us.
I'm Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson. I'm 17, yet I'm still forever young. When I was little, my mum and dad divorced. Mum thought moving to London was a good idea, it was. Then I started High School, things went down hill. Mum married a drunk would beat me, I protected my sisters. The only thing I have to live for now. I'm openly gay, that's when the bulling started. 'Fag' 'Queer' , those were few of the names I got called, daily. Luckily nothing was physical, just verbal. That doesn't mean no one gets hurt, just roll up my sleeves and check it out. My wrist, they are scared. Ever scar has a name, the same names I get called. Everyday I go home, hoping my dad will stand at the door, wanting us back. No luck, instead I get home to hearing Tyler yell at one of the twins. I get so angry, but in the end, I end up with new wounds. But not anymore. One night I decided to spend the night at my mate's, big mistake. I was woken up that night, with a phone call. Telling me my family had died, murdered to be exact. By who? Tyler. He thought mum was cheating, so he skinned her and the girls. So here I am now, learning about something I don't give a shit abut.
"Mr. Tomlinson, is there something you would like to share with the class?" I got snapped out of my trance by Harry, a.k.a. Mr. Styles. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Um, no sir. I was just think about..," I started to panic, all eyes were on me ,"Bow ties, cause they're cool. I was thinking of getting one," I nervously chuckled, as the whole class laughed at me. Mr.Styles didn't seem impressed though.
"Way to go Tomlinson, you pissed him off. Now he'll NEVER love you," MY head told me.
"Oh, shut up," I thought back.
"Alright Mr. Funny Guy. You may stay with me after school, see how funny that is," He smirked at me, I groaned and put my face in my hands.
"Now if we're done, I'd like to teach my class," And with that I spent the whole period thinking about Harry. Our children, our perfect house. One question that always haunts me came to mind, Is he even gay? I shook the negative thought out.
I realized that was my last class for the day, I remember I still had this after school thing with Mr. Styles. Dear Lord, look at him. His curls were styled to perfection, his black bow tie went perfect with his white button up shirt. The way his eyes concentrated on his work made me get a semi-hard on. Shit.
Dead puppies. Nope, doesn't work.
Dear kittens. Nope, not even.
Vagina. Oh dear God, there goes my boner.
"Louis are you alright? You seem very...disturbed," Mr. Styles raised an eyebrow at me, his face showing nothing but concern. I nodded, he motioned me to come to his desk.
"Louis, I'm concerned about you. You went from being one of the best, to barely making a C- in this class," I shrugged and tried going back to my seat, but Harry held me back. I would've fell, but he saved me. Our face, lips, were a few inches away. I could feel his hot breath on my lips.
"T-thanks, Mr. Styles," I mumbled weakly, scared of what would happen.
"Please, do call me Harry," and with that we collided our lips together. One world for this feeling right now.
Fuck.
Mr. Styles was the first to pull back, I had a look of pure shock. He on the other hand had a look of lust, with a hint of worry. Our eyes made contact, and I ran to my seat, took my bag and got out of that classroom as fast as I could. I couldn't look back. I ran to the only safe place, Wes' house. Only guy who would always be my side, I've lived with sense I was young. Nobody wanted me, but Wes took me in.
I walked into the little two bedroom flat, and saw Wes baking something, it smelled delicious. Oh, and Wes is gay. Kinda explains his very female like personality. Wes looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey, Lou. I'm making dinner. James is gonna join us tonight, and his younger son. I think his name is, um...Josh," Wes said. I nodded, and walked up the stairs into my room.
I've been two weeks clean of cutting. Ever time I felt like cutting I sang, it made me feel special. Wes walked in once, when I was in the middle of sing 'Look After You' he thought my voice sounded incredible. I don't know. I should start getting ready for the dinner thing. I walked into the shower, and the kiss with Mr. Stlyes- I mean Harry, came back. Fuck, why did he kiss me? Maybe he likes me, or maybe it was a mistake. He was caught up in the moment, so many reasons. He probably doesn't like me. I got out of the shower, and changed into something nice.
"Louis, James and Harry are here," Wes yelled from downstairs, my eyes widened. Maybe James' son is named Harry, not my Harry. I don't all I can do is hope, or I'm screwed.
"Ok, I'm coming." I yelled back. I walked downstairs, and saw him. Harry. He looked up, and smirked.
"Hey Louis," He said. I gulped and walked to stand near Wes.
"Hey, Mr. Styles," I shakily replied, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Call me Harry," he chuckled, and gave me a hug. The dinner was really good, except for the fact that there was this tension between me and Harry. Our dads told us to go up to my room, they wanted alone time.
"So, Harry. Do you still live with your dad?" I asked him, looking curiously. He laughed and shook his head.
"No, we just live near each other. He thought I should come with him, your dad is really important to him." that made tears threaten to fall, I had no father.
"Lou, whats wrong?" Harry asked worried. I shook my head, and Harry opened his arms, I gladly went for the hug. I told Harry my whole life story, except the part where I'm in love with him, of course.
"Louis, I'm so sorry I didn't know," He shook his, and held me tight in his arms.
"It's ok," I sobbed into his chest.
He took my chin up, and kissed me. For the second time today, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Harry pulled away, trying to catch his breath.
"Your so cute," with that, he kissed me again.
Dear Lord, help me.
"Ok class. Remember this is just the first day of Sex Ed, the rest of the year, will be...interesting," he said before dismissing us.
I'm Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson. I'm 17, yet I'm still forever young. When I was little, my mum and dad divorced. Mum thought moving to London was a good idea, it was. Then I started High School, things went down hill. Mum married a drunk would beat me, I protected my sisters. The only thing I have to live for now. I'm openly gay, that's when the bulling started. 'Fag' 'Queer' , those were few of the names I got called, daily. Luckily nothing was physical, just verbal. That doesn't mean no one gets hurt, just roll up my sleeves and check it out. My wrist, they are scared. Ever scar has a name, the same names I get called. Everyday I go home, hoping my dad will stand at the door, wanting us back. No luck, instead I get home to hearing Tyler yell at one of the twins. I get so angry, but in the end, I end up with new wounds. But not anymore. One night I decided to spend the night at my mate's, big mistake. I was woken up that night, with a phone call. Telling me my family had died, murdered to be exact. By who? Tyler. He thought mum was cheating, so he skinned her and the girls. So here I am now, learning about something I don't give a shit abut.
"Mr. Tomlinson, is there something you would like to share with the class?" I got snapped out of my trance by Harry, a.k.a. Mr. Styles. He smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Um, no sir. I was just think about..," I started to panic, all eyes were on me ,"Bow ties, cause they're cool. I was thinking of getting one," I nervously chuckled, as the whole class laughed at me. Mr.Styles didn't seem impressed though.
"Way to go Tomlinson, you pissed him off. Now he'll NEVER love you," MY head told me.
"Oh, shut up," I thought back.
"Alright Mr. Funny Guy. You may stay with me after school, see how funny that is," He smirked at me, I groaned and put my face in my hands.
"Now if we're done, I'd like to teach my class," And with that I spent the whole period thinking about Harry. Our children, our perfect house. One question that always haunts me came to mind, Is he even gay? I shook the negative thought out.
I realized that was my last class for the day, I remember I still had this after school thing with Mr. Styles. Dear Lord, look at him. His curls were styled to perfection, his black bow tie went perfect with his white button up shirt. The way his eyes concentrated on his work made me get a semi-hard on. Shit.
Dead puppies. Nope, doesn't work.
Dear kittens. Nope, not even.
Vagina. Oh dear God, there goes my boner.
"Louis are you alright? You seem very...disturbed," Mr. Styles raised an eyebrow at me, his face showing nothing but concern. I nodded, he motioned me to come to his desk.
"Louis, I'm concerned about you. You went from being one of the best, to barely making a C- in this class," I shrugged and tried going back to my seat, but Harry held me back. I would've fell, but he saved me. Our face, lips, were a few inches away. I could feel his hot breath on my lips.
"T-thanks, Mr. Styles," I mumbled weakly, scared of what would happen.
"Please, do call me Harry," and with that we collided our lips together. One world for this feeling right now.
Fuck.
Mr. Styles was the first to pull back, I had a look of pure shock. He on the other hand had a look of lust, with a hint of worry. Our eyes made contact, and I ran to my seat, took my bag and got out of that classroom as fast as I could. I couldn't look back. I ran to the only safe place, Wes' house. Only guy who would always be my side, I've lived with sense I was young. Nobody wanted me, but Wes took me in.
I walked into the little two bedroom flat, and saw Wes baking something, it smelled delicious. Oh, and Wes is gay. Kinda explains his very female like personality. Wes looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey, Lou. I'm making dinner. James is gonna join us tonight, and his younger son. I think his name is, um...Josh," Wes said. I nodded, and walked up the stairs into my room.
I've been two weeks clean of cutting. Ever time I felt like cutting I sang, it made me feel special. Wes walked in once, when I was in the middle of sing 'Look After You' he thought my voice sounded incredible. I don't know. I should start getting ready for the dinner thing. I walked into the shower, and the kiss with Mr. Stlyes- I mean Harry, came back. Fuck, why did he kiss me? Maybe he likes me, or maybe it was a mistake. He was caught up in the moment, so many reasons. He probably doesn't like me. I got out of the shower, and changed into something nice.
"Louis, James and Harry are here," Wes yelled from downstairs, my eyes widened. Maybe James' son is named Harry, not my Harry. I don't all I can do is hope, or I'm screwed.
"Ok, I'm coming." I yelled back. I walked downstairs, and saw him. Harry. He looked up, and smirked.
"Hey Louis," He said. I gulped and walked to stand near Wes.
"Hey, Mr. Styles," I shakily replied, he chuckled and shook his head.
"Call me Harry," he chuckled, and gave me a hug. The dinner was really good, except for the fact that there was this tension between me and Harry. Our dads told us to go up to my room, they wanted alone time.
"So, Harry. Do you still live with your dad?" I asked him, looking curiously. He laughed and shook his head.
"No, we just live near each other. He thought I should come with him, your dad is really important to him." that made tears threaten to fall, I had no father.
"Lou, whats wrong?" Harry asked worried. I shook my head, and Harry opened his arms, I gladly went for the hug. I told Harry my whole life story, except the part where I'm in love with him, of course.
"Louis, I'm so sorry I didn't know," He shook his, and held me tight in his arms.
"It's ok," I sobbed into his chest.
He took my chin up, and kissed me. For the second time today, I felt like I was on cloud nine. Harry pulled away, trying to catch his breath.
"Your so cute," with that, he kissed me again.
Dear Lord, help me.
9/19/13