January 13, Saturday.
Year Unknown.

Louis likes to wear makeup, he thinks that if girls can then there is no reason at all that he can't, it would be discrimination to tell him no, right?

At least that is what Louis believed.

Kids at school did not as all agree, he would constantly have rude comments thrown at him, but not one ever touched the pretty boy, even the rough straight boys knew that he was to delicate to hurt.

Louis is 16, and is currently residing at home with his mother, he is looking into colleges near the house because he wants to stay with his mother, he feels safe and sound with his mummy.

Louis wasn't depressed, he wasn't exactly sad, he knew that he couldn't let what other people said get to him, but it still hurt, you know? He just didn't linger.

But there were nights he would cry himself to sleep, wishing that the world was more understanding and that he had someone to lean on, he hadn't a best friend or even distant friend, and this gave him a type of lonely feeling, he hated that feeling.

Right now Louis was seated on the park bench, crying silently, upset over the note he just found in his locker. He had it crumbled in his hand that was placed on his knee as he let out a sob, biting his lip, trying to hold back.

"Why are you crying?" A voice asks Louis, sitting on the bench, next to him.

"Nobody likes my make up." Louis chokes and looks up, mascara running.

"I think you look very pretty with your makeup on." The boy smiles assuringly.

"You really mean that?" Louis sniffles.

"Are your lips a deep red?"

"Yes." Louis says, remembering the red LA colors lipstick he put on this morning.

"Then yes, I do mean it." The teenage boy says.

Louis justs stares at him, then back at the crumbled piece of paper in his hands, then back at the boy, blinking slowly.

"Im Harry." The boy says, holding his hand out.

Louis just looks at his hand and blushes, "My name is Louis." He whispers, not taking Harry's hand.

Harry takes his hand back awkwardly and clears his throat, "Are you okay now, Louis?" Harry asks, looking at the boys profile. Beautiful.

"Yes, Thank you." Louis says, shifting his hips, really wishing that Harry would leave because of the awkward tension their silent left.

"Do you need a ride somewhere?" Harry asks politely.

Louis shakes his head, "No," He says,pecking Harry's cheek and then getting up and walking away, without another word, leaving Harry stunned.

Harry has no idea what his life is about to become. How important Louis is about to be to him.

-

Later that night Harry is hanging out with his best friend, Niall, he and Niall both have recently stopped smoking weed, it was a downer on the liabilities that could come with being the smart kids that they are.

"Hey H?" Niall asks, plopping down beside him, nonchalantly putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Hm?" Harry asks, looking up from his phone and at Niall.

"Liam, he, They other day I- Harry he cheated on me." Niall says, looking down at his lap.

"What?" Harry asks through his teeth, "With who?"

"Sophia, Smith." Niall says quietly, "The worst part of it is that it was a girl, do you think that Liam would like me better if I was a girl?" Niall asks, frowning as he looks back up at the green eyed boy.

"Niall...Don't say things like that bud, if Liam can't see how amazing you are then he wasn't worth it anyways." The older boy says, looking at Niall who is looking back down at his lap.

"Harry, I gave him everything." He whispers, "He told me he loved me and I didn't know what to do, I let him take me." Niall lets out a sob and Harrys eyes fill with sadness for the blonde boy.

"Niall, that's- I don't know what to say, Im so sorry, I thought Liam was more than to fuck up a two year relationship, are you sure he wasn't wasted?" Harry suggests, wanting the best for Niall and Liam was the closest he ever got to 'best'.

"That's what he told me, but I'm still upset that he would even lay hands on anyone else, Harry, he messed up." Niall explains, "And he hasn't ever done anything like this before,"

"Not that you would know of." Harry adds and Niall glares at him.

"That's helpful." He hisses, shaking his head.

"M' sorry Ni, that was pretty unmindful of me." Harry apologizes and Niall nods, getting up and going into the kitchen.

He comes back minutes later with a tray, filled with items that Harry can only recognize as blunt ingredients.

"Niall, what are you-"

"Harry, come on, its only once." Niall says, sitting down and taking the marijuana and tearing it apart, placing it carefully in either side of the grinder.

"Whatever, let's see, what should my excuse be?" Harry asks and Niall gives him a questioning look.

"You know, you're excuse is Liam, my excuse has to be something, oh yes, maybe the fact that my mum lost her job the other day." The boy with the green eyes says, flicking his eyebrows up.

"What? She did?" Niall asks, tilting his head.

"No, I was just joking....I'm pretty content at the moment." Harry shrugs and Niall slaps his arm, shaking his head.

-

The next day at school Harry sees the boy from yesterday, Louis, and he adjusts his jacket and skinnies before clearing his throat and walking over to the boy, who was sat at the lunch table near the far corner, his head in a book.

Harry stands in front of the table and Louis smirks, shaking his head.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to say something?" Louis asks and Harry curses himself.

"Um, is this seat taken?" Harry asks, blushing.

"Does it look like it is?" Louis asks and Harry nods understandingly, sitting down next to him.

"Who knew that you could be so cheeky, yeah?" Harry grins at the blue eyed beauty.

Louis giggles, "We only met yesterday so there's a lot you don't know about me."

"That is a nice point but would you be willing to let me get to know a lot of things about you?" Harry asks, pulling out the lunch his mum had prepared him.

"I don't even know you." Louis scoffs quietly, sipping his diet coke and looking back down at his book.

"Well you never know someone the first Time you meet them , you just gotta, you know hang out." Harry says, taking out his sandwhich.

"You aren't very good at these conversations are you?" Louis suggests, looking at Harry with annoyed eyes.

"No, Louis, I am not, but I'm trying that might tell you how much I want to get to know you." Harry chuckles nervously and Louis rolls his eyes, fighting back a blush.

"You are to much to handle," He chuckles.

"So I've been told." Harry mutters, clearing his throat, "but what do you say will you give me a chance?" Harry says, getting back to the real question.

"If you embarrass yourself this much in our first proper conversation as you do generally, then I would love to see it happen more often." Louis giggles again and shakes his head.

"Well Louis, can I have your number?" Harry asks and Louis looks at him with a blank expression, trying to find a good reply.

"Sorry, I don't give my number out on the first conversation." He smirks, proud with himself as he looks back down at his book.

"As far as I am concerned it isn't our fi-" Harry begins but is rudely interrupted.

"I've already said something about that, if you aren't going to listen to me then I don't see the point in this." Louis scowls, suddenly feeling faint, placing his dainty hand on his base-covered forehead.

"Are you alright?" Harry asks, noticing the distress and movements that Louis was showing, furrowing his eyebrows in worry for the boy.

Louis nods, standing up, but when he goes to step out of the lunch bench, he loses his balance and falls back onto Harry, sweat droplets forming on his head.

"Fuck." Harry murmurs, cupping Louis's cheek in his hand, looking down at him with fear in his eyes.

Thats when he realizes Louis is passed out, and Harry was holding him. He shouldn't get a giddy feeling in his stomach- obviously because Louis was poorly, but he did decide that he liked holding Louis in his arms. A little more than he should.