"Two days! Two days! Two days!"

"Fucking hell Mark" Louis laughed at his friend. Mark's laugh travelled through Louis' phone too.

"I can't help it, I've missed you"

"Same here" Louis smiled.

"I can't wait! We just have the rest of today and then tomorrow at three I can visit!

"How's it two days then? Two half a days, yeah. The rest of Thursday, today, and then half of Friday, tomorrow?"

"Because today is one day, even though we have like five hours left of it and then tomorrow while you're learning stuff is a day because it just is"

"Okay then" Louis was used to Mark's logic by now. As was Mark with Louis' logic.

"Ya know, I'm sure half the lads believe I'm gay for you" Mark laughed

"Oh God, and my 'counsellor' thinks I'm in love with you"

They continued to take the piss out of their situation for another ten or so minutes before Mark had to go, he wanted to write all his articles before the weekend so he wouldn't need to write while he visited at the weekend.

Louis shoved his phone into his pocket and made his way up to his room. He'd been in the café with Niall and Jake for dinner and a chat. Both of the boys are nice but Louis still acts awkward around them.

Louis was surprised he could say he'd been here for four days and already had two sorta friends. He doesn't really count Eleanor or Harry as a friend. And he definitely doesn't consider Liz a friend. But Jake and Niall were cool, they talked to Louis and seemed to trust him enough to tell him about their families and why they're here. Yeah, Louis would certainly call them friends.

Going back to Jake and Niall though.

Jake had been here for three years, since he was fourteen and he was sent here when his parent caught him smoking weed and drinking vodka. He'd been hooked on both for three months and his parents knew something was up but had yet to find evidence. During his first year here he continued to smoke and drink, he hung out with the older kids so they could buy it all. Louis wasn't sure how he got it before he was sent here. Anyway, now Jake was just over a year free of drink and drugs.

Niall was sent here a year ago, Jake was the first person he met. His dad had sent him because he'd bring a different girl home each night, sometimes he'd bring two or three girls back with him. He'd be at clubs or roaming the streets for most of the night. He would pick fights with someone for looking at him the wrong way. His dad understood that his son was a whore with an aggressive side and he accepted that knowing Niall would grow out of it. But the moment his dad came home and watched Niall hit one of the girls he contacted the school. Now, Niall is a huge softie. He's always hugging people, smiling and acting like a hyperactive puppy.

When Louis asked how they managed Jake and Niall just smiled at each other and Louis back off, he understood it was personal.

Louis did ask them if they knew why Harry was here though. They didn't even know though they were his friends. All Niall had to say was that he hasn't met one person who's been in this school longer then Harry.

He'd told them a little about himself, all he'd said was that his mum found about him modelling so here he was. Both of them understood straight away when Louis said modelling. He was thankful he didn't have to go into too much.

Louis shook his head, chuckling at the fact he actually made friends. He was just shocked.

But that shock was nothing to the shock he felt when he opened the door to his room.

He just stood there, not knowing how to react. At first he considered walking out but then Harry's eyes met his own.

What could he do?

Here was Harry, sat on the end of his bed, watching porn but wanking as he locks eyes with Louis.

He wasn't stopping either, he continued to pump himself as he gaped at Louis.

Harry face was twisted into a mix of pain and pleasure, his hand movement sped up and his eyes closed as he got closer. His nose scrunched up and his mouth fell open, a weird moan and gasp escaping.

Louis continued to just awkwardly stand there.

"Ugh, Loueh..." Harry's mouth opened even wider as he groaned. Spurts of white shot out of his head, leaving marks on the carpet.

When Harry opened his eyes Louis expected him to look a little embarrassed but nope Harry just stood up, pulled up his trousers and walked towards Louis.

Harry put his index finger to his lips. "Shh"

Then he was gone. He just walked out the room.

Why was it that Harry always did something odd to do with Louis before walking out? Two nights ago it was strangling him and kissing him and now this.

Louis sighed and looked over at the white marks on the carpet.

"I am not cleaning that shit up"

Hearing a moan from the TV speakers Louis sighed and walked over to turn it off.

When he got there he was met with the sight of himself being fucked into the bed his friend and ex-housemate Dean.

"Shit" Louis jabbed the power button as fast as possible.

He'd ever seen any of the 'movies' he'd made. He didn't want to see himself having sex, the idea sort of creeped him out. He was confident in his body, sure, but watching himself have sex? That's just odd.

Louis sighed, running his hand over his face.

Great, just great. Harry had now seen him dressed as a cat on the magazine, and probably some of the other pictures in the magazine AND he had seen Louis get fucked on a DVD named 'Bedtime Stories'. Isn't that just perfect?

What a way to put a downer on his good mood.

The door swings open again and Harry walks in, not meeting Louis' eye. He grabs his notebook off his desk and rushes out again.

Louis thought for a moment and realised that Harry always had that notebook with him. In lessons, when he was walking around school and even when he was in the loo. Yeah, Louis remembers him taking it to the toilet with him once.

Was there something in that book Harry wanted to hide? Who did he want to hide it from? Louis? Everyone?

Louis decided he wanted to know what that notebook contained.

*

Louis: Operation Notebook has began.

Lottie: You're luckily I'm replying to you Lou. I got my phone taken off me when you text me in school hours and mum had to come to the school to collect it. She wasn't happy.

Louis: If you want me to stop texting, stop replying

Lottie: No, because now I have to ask what Operation Notebook is.

Louis: Oh, yeah, so you know my psycho roommate?

Lottie: He's a psycho?

Louis: Yes. One second he's yelling at me, pulling pranks on me and the next he's kissing me.

Lottie: HE KISSED YOU? WHEN? ASDFGHJKL

Louis: Asdfghjkl?

Lottie: I know for a fact that you know that's a term used by fanboys/girls. You must've sent that to me about three thousand times when you watched the scene where Patrick and Charlie kissed in perks of being a wallflower. You even wrote a perks fanfic.

Louis: Shut up!

Lottie: Back to the point... HE KISSED YOU?

Louis: On the cheek. Yes. But before that he was ready to kill me.

Lottie: Oh kaaaaay then. So, Operation Notebook?

Louis: Harry, the psycho room mate, ALWAYS carries this notebook and if he's not carrying it then he's writing in it. I want to know what's inside. So, I'm going to find out.

Lottie: How?

Louis: I'm going to wait for him to fall asleep.

Lottie: Really? -.-

Louis: Yes... Lots, you're making me lose confidence in my plan..

Lottie: Good, because your plan sucked

Louis: Mean. How should I get it then?

Lottie: Erm, idk

Louis: Helpful.

Lottie: Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

Louis: Are you going to help me or not? Because my 'sucky' plan needs to be better according to my oh-so-lovely sister.

Lottie: You could try and seduce him and take it while he's distracted by the tatse of your lips.

Louis: You are a strange strange child... but thats sounds alot better then my idea to be honest. He probably hides it at night. Or sleeps with it. And he sleeps naked so...

Lottie: Have you seen his... ya know?

Louis: Yes Lottie

Lottie: Ew.

Louis: Whatever, I gotta go. I'm going to clean for when Mark visits.

Lottie: Oooooooo. Mark and Louis sitting in a tree, doing something they shouldn't be, it starts with an S and ends in an X, oh my god it must be sex.

Louis: Down by the cherry tree, guess what she showed me, it was big and hairy, black and scary, it looked like a jungle to me, so I whipped out my banana, and stuck it in her crack, she let out a scream, I filled her with cream and took my banana back. This song turned me gay.

Lottie: I thought that was Katie?

Louis: It was both.

Lottie: Okay then. You're odd.

Louis: Thanks

*

Louis' room was spotless and now all had to do was make it through his lessons without getting killed.

He was kind of excited for his lessons, as weird as it is, because today he had two of his favourite lessons, Art and Drama. Yeah, he did have science and his session with Eleanor but he wasn't going to let that ruin his day.

Science wasn't all that bad, in all honesty. Harry just sat there. They occasional exchanged a few words, because the lesson was boring to the point they'd rather go have a conversation with Liz. That was a scary thought.

Even Harry thought she was a creepy woman.

Back to the point, Louis felt today was going to be a good day. Mark was visiting and he had awesome lessons.

Starting with Art.

He picked up his school bag, checked he had everything and then made his way out of the room. Harry was still asleep and Louis didn't feel they were close enough for him to wake the taller boy up in time for school.

Louis hoped he got a detention or something.

Remembering the route to Art (he'd spent half an hour memorising it), Louis walked in the room after a few minutes of walking from his room to see half the class were already settled and had started to draw or paint.

He smiled, knowing he was going to like this class, and approached his teacher. Mrs Green, as her badge said, grinned at the sight of Louis and jumped up from her seat.

She looked like she wanted to hug him.

She looked like an artist, Louis thought. Her chestnut hair was pulled up into a ponytail, a few strands had fallen around her face, and Louis could even spot some paint in her hair. How she managed that before first lesson Louis didn't know. She was wearing a navy blue apron, but the colour was barely visible due to all the paint over it. Her eyes shone, almost like she wasn't even seeing Louis, like she was seeing some other better place far far away.

Louis deicided he liked her.

"You must be Louis?" She asked, extending her hand.

That was new, no other teachers had shook his hand. He took her hand and shook it, smiling at her as he did. She was definitely the friendliest teacher so far.

"We've only just started a new project" She took her hand back and picked up a A3 pad from her desk. She handed it to Louis. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble keeping up"

Louis nodded and thanked her for the drawing pad.

"It's fine, darling" That was new too, no teachers used pet names with him before. At this school or his old one. "Now, go take a seat beside Mr Malik"

She point towards a boy sat at the back, whose head was facing down as he painted a picture.

Louis nodded and headed towards the back of the class. He took his seat without saying a word to the boy beside him.

He put his name on the front cover of the drawing pad, making the decision to paint his name on the front in his own time.

"Do you draw a lot?" The boy, Mr Malik, said, not even glancing up from his pad.

"Um, no, not as often as I'd like"

The boy nodded, his raven hair flopping over his face. He shoved it back and continued drawing.

Louis looked at the boy properly now. His hair was messy, his tanned skin covered in tattoos and he wore only a top and jeans despite the cold weather. There was something odd about the boy, Louis couldn't quite tell what though.

Mrs Green started the class not long after, she explained the project for Louis and let the students get on with it.

As Louis was sketching he glanced over at 'Mr Malik's pad. The page was covered in flowers, birds...and skulls.

Okay. That's odd. Louis frowned.

'Mr Malik' looked over at Louis and put his finger to his lips.

"I'm on a secret mission, given to me by my sisters at the nunnery" The boy put his arm up, showing Louis a tattoo that said 'ZAP'

The boy put his arms out in front of him and made shooting noises.

He then went back to drawing.

Louis didn't say anything. There was most certainly something odd about that boy.

*

The day had been weird, okay very weird, but Louis was still smiling.

The fact Mark was coming to visit made him smile. He couldn't wait. He felt like it been weeks since he last saw his best friend.

So when he knocked on Eleanor's door, he was still smiling. That was until a man opened the door.

"Hi Louis!" His smile looked painful.

"Um, hi" Louis was confused. This guy was young.

Really young.

"Come in" Louis stepped into the room and sat where he normally did.

He couldn't help but notice how cold the room was. The opposite to how Eleanor kept her room, she loved the heat and absolutely hated the winter. It gave Louis a bad feeling. It didn't feel right.

The man sat and smiled that painful smile again.

The guy was really young. Louis couldn't get over that. The guy looked maybe two or so years older then Louis. Jesus, he looked like he could be in one of Louis' classes with the chocolate brown hair and innocent puppy dog eyes.

"I'm Liam"

"Where's Eleanor?"

"She is, um, ill" He was clearly lying.

"That's bullshit"

"Well, I don't think she'd want you to know" Liam nodded, clearly taken aback by Louis' swearing.

"Okay then..."

Liam opened Eleanor's draw and pulled out Louis' folders (which Louis had noticed had grew in size considerably), he when shuffled them, making them straight.

"So, today we need to talk about... fear"

Louis wanted to strangle himself. He was dreading this talk as it is, but now he had to have it with some random 'counsellor'.

"I don't really want to talk about it" Louis admitted, looking down at the table in front of him.

"C'mon, it's nothing to be embarrassed about... I'm scared of spoons. Well its more of a dislike, a strong dislike" Liam was looking at the table now, a blushing forming on his cheeks.

"Spoons?"

"Mmm" Liam nodded

"Oh"

"So?" Liam looked up, locking eyes with Louis.

"So, what?" Louis shrugged

"What are you scared of?"

"Well, nothing jumps to mind straight away. Lots of little things I guess. Being alone, being ignored, friends not being friends, my mum-"

"Stop there, your mother?"

"Yeah"

"How?"

"Well, I never wanted her to find out what my.. career. It scared me when I saw her with the magazine. It scares me that she might not be able to forgive me. It scares me that I might not be enough."

Wow, Louis thought, he'd never been this open with some random stranger.

"Louis, I want you to tell me more about your mother"

Louis rolled his eyes. So now it is therapy.