Louis manages to take his shower without thinking of James; all he can think about is how fucking annoying the sounds of babies crying are. Yeah, babies are cute, but try living with some for 6 months and you might change your mind on that opinion.

Louis can't eat in peace, sleep in peace, wash his hands in peace, listen to music in peace, watch tv in peace. It's so fucking frustrating he hates it.

He's never been one of those kids to say that they don't get enough attention anymore, matter of fact, Louis likes the fact that he goes un noticed most of the time. Before Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe, And the babies, he was always scolded on for picking on Lottie, or for anything he did.

You could say that Louis was somewhat of a rebellious kid. But now he knows that it's unacceptable for him to be that way, it wouldn't be fair to his single parented Mom who is struggling to keep the children in place. Louis is 16, he should know better and, thank god, he does. He doesn't mind being invisible.

Louis: Hey, Im sorry im back now

James: Its ok. so you said your birthday is in december?

Louis: Yeah, the 24th. Christmas baby over here lol

James: Thats funny, I bet you were a real present,

Louis: Oh yeah definitely lmao

James: So where do you live?

Louis: In England

James: Well no shit sherlock

Louis: Im not telling you where i live

James: u live in donny...

Louis: How do you know that

James: its on u r profile

Louis: Oh, I should take that off

James: You're beautiful.

Louis: well tttthanks james

James: I'm serious.

Louis: ok

James: i called you beautiful and you want to say 'ok'???

Louis: thank you

James: You don't know you're beautiful, do you?

Louis: I know I'm not but thanks.

Louis is blushing now, snacking on some cereal at the bar in the kitchen. His insecurities being slowly pushed back for a few moments. No one has ever called him beautiful. Maybe his mother, but that wasn't the same as being told by a cute boy his age.

James: Your eyes are such a lovely blue.

Louis takes note of how James is now using proper grammar. He becomes a bit flattered at this. Maybe it shows he wants to get his point across? That he actually thinks Louis is beautiful..? No, Louis thought, No he just wants to get laid.

Louis: It's just eyes.

James: How can you say that? You're eyes are the loveliest thing I've ever seen.

Louis: I'm not beautiful, James.

He can't stand people doing this. He knows they are full of shit and they don't mean it. He hates that they want to put him under the wrong idea that he could ever be anything but disgusting.

James: Louissss

James: Please believe me.

James: You really are!!! Im not lying.

Louis: Please shut up

James: Louis come onnnn

Louis Tomlinson went Offline.

James: Louis come back ill stop

James: I just wanted you to know I thought you were beautiful

James: and im not trying to get nudes.

James: I mean I wouldn't mind but

James: thats not what I meant by that stuff i said, you really are attractive lou

James: Okay

James: I'll stop

James: Goodnight, Louis xxx

James Sweden went offline.

About an hour later, Louis finally calms down and bites his lip as he goes to message James.

Louis: I'm sorry.

James Sweden just now came online.

James: Has anyone ever told you that you were beautiful?

Louis: No

James: Get used to it, beautiful.

Louis: James...

James: Has anyone ever made you feel beautiful, in that way?

Louis: I'm 16

James: Do you touch yourself, Louis?

Louis: No, I've tried though..

James: Yeah? What did you try to do?

Louis: Finger myself))): but my fingers were too short to reach the, you know.

James: I have really long fingers. (;

Louis blushes, seeing that James is still typing and suddenly he gets a picture message of James's hand. Don't tell anyone, but he whimpered outloud.

Louis: Oh my god

James: That would feel nice, would it not? My fingers inside of you?

Louis: James..Please don't we just met, and I don't do things like that.

Louis Tomlinson went Offline.

The next day at school, Louis arrives to school late and enters the A Hall, not even bothering to hurry.

He stops in front of locker 129 and proceeds to open the latch, twisting his lock, which is 12-24-91. Basic, but logical.

Louis puts his things in his locker and glances to his left, seeing the one and only Harry Styles leaning against one of the near lockers, a hard gaze on Louis.

"Can I help you?" Louis asks, getting uncomfortable under the intense gaze.

Harry chuckles, "How come I've never seen you around here until yesterday?" He asks Louis with wonder in his devilish eyes.

"I'm not entirely sure, I wondered the same thing, actually." Louis replies, shutting his locker door and facing Harry, "But with the new semester, come new schedules, and turns out we have a class together, don't we?"

"We should fuck." Harry says bluntly and Louis is taken back by the statement, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.

"Excuse me?"

"You're gay, aren't you?" Harry says, shrugging, "I think you should let me fuck you."

"I think you should stop talking to me before I deck you in your fucking face." Louis snaps, shaking his head and walking past Harry without another word.