Louis: niall is this your new number? I need someone to talk 2 ):

Unknown: I think you have the wrong number.

Louis: oh sorry !!

Unknown: You are fine. We all make mistakes.

Louis: sorry for bothering you

Unknown: It's fine, I'm not lying when I say that.

Louis sighs, shutting his phone off. He decides he isn't going to bother with attempting to text Niall until he can make sure it's actually him.

Louis's seventeen and needy, mostly for peace and some damn silence when he wants to sleep or any other time really. But of course, all he's ever greeted with is disappointment. Disappointment sinks into corners where no one would think possible possible for a guy like him.

You'd say that Louis is the type of guy that if you knew what his life is really like you'd say, Really? He's not got a perfect life? But he's Louis Tommo! I never expected that coming from such a bright kid.

Louis struggles too. He isn't exactly depressed, he's just not sure why he should stick around anymore. He's not needed where he is, and he thinks that if he's not needed at home, who else would want him? Need him? At the time, it was a definite that Louis is un-important. Common sense, if you will.

Louis snaps out of his on going thoughts when he hears another ding of his phone; its the unknown number.

Unknown: Are you alright? I can't help but wonder because of your text.

Louis: yes

Unknown: Is something making you upset?

Louis: what's it to you

Louis: not trying to be rude but you don't even know me

Unknown: That doesn't stop me from caring if you are upset or not.

Louis: thanks

Unknown: Please don't do anything you'll regret.

Louis: i wont

Unknown: If you need me, I'm here.

Louis: night

Unknown: Goodnight.

Louis doesn't give the person another thought as he lazily plugs his phone up and snuggles back into the blankets, trying to keep himself from shivering. His step father keeps it so aggravatingly cold in this house.

Or it might be his moms hot flashes. He doesn't know and frankly, he's to tired to even think about why Mark or his Mum keep it so cold in the room. Plus he's quite warm with his blankets wrapped tightly around his petite body.

Louis groans as his alarm went off, sending him into an immediate sour mood. It was the first day back after Christmas break. Louis liked school, for learning. Because he knows the smarter he gets, the more of the chance he has to get into a college far away from this shit town.

Louis checks his phone briefly and saw a message that read on his phone screen, from the unknown number of course, goodmorning, how are you feeling, Louis types back a response that says, gm, im just fine, U? Louis sets his phone back down and heads into the bathroom, where he washes his face, showers and pisses.

"Louis, ya want money for breakfast?" Louis' step dad yells the question from the living room. His Mum is probably sound asleep on the couch. She sleeps there a lot. Its because theres a TV in the main room and thats where she'd rather be, than beside a man she can barely keep a simple conversation with.

Louis yawns and nods to himself, "Yeah! I'll be right there." He calls, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he rolls out of bed.

Unknown: I'm alright, just getting ready for work.

Louis: I have school

Unknown: It isn't so bad.

Louis: yes it is

Unknown: I got to go, shift started, be safe today x

Louis: okay, you 2

Louis takes no time getting ready. He throws on a pair of beige skinnies and a blue button up; he's kind of a nerd, but he can't help it.

Louis scurries into class, sweat trickling down the side of his face despite the cold air outside. He can't believe he's late for his first day back after winter break.

"Mr. Tomlinson? Were 15 minutes into the lesson, son." Mr. Styles shakes his head; he expects more from a kid like Louis.

"I know, I know." Louis heaves, setting his things down before walking over to Mr. Styles' desk and handing him the tardy slip he had earned from the office moments before.

"What's your excuse?"

"Huh?" Louis falters, "I just gave you a tardy slip."

"Yes, and I just asked you why you were late."

Louis whines, rolling his eyes secretly and then shrugging as he shakes his head hesitantly.

"I'd like to see you after class." Mr. Styles demands, placing the slip away as he hands Louis the paper that the class is currently working on; simple math, a warm up for the start back.

"Is something going on?" Mr. Styles asks Louis from his place at the desk in front of his large hardwood desk.

"No." Louis mumbles, fiddling with his fingers in his lap, glasses barley hanging onto his pixie like nose.

"I want you to look at me when Im speaking to you and I want you to tell me the truth."

Louis sighs, Mr. Styles is so strict and he hates it, can't he just not care. Louis looks at the green-eyed teacher in front of him and nods shyly.

"There is nothing going on, here nor home." Louis says firmly, only blinking once. It wasn't hard to stare at Mr. Styles.

"Have you run out of undergarments?" Mr. Styles asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I- Uh- What?"

"You're wearing panties." The teacher says, "I see the outline of them everyday, you know." He assumes his family lacks money and he has to share with his sister or summat.

Louis scoffs and stands up, "No I did not run out of them! I simply like wearing them, I don't see any reason why it's your business."

"Detention." Mr. Styles hisses, "Tomorrow until five,"

Louis sighs and lets out a tired whimper as he looks into his teacher's eyes. His green green laced with something more than just...anger.

Harry sighs when Louis leaves the room, pinching the bridge of his nose; he didn't mean to come off sounding like a pedophile, he was genuinely concerned for the blue eyed boy.

If Louis enjoyed wearing..panties, then he should be able to wear them. Sue him, but Harry had a strong belief that clothes don't have gender. A very strong belief. Clothes should be gender neutral.

Louis is a good student. His grades are up and he kept to himself in class, no matter how much Niall bugged him and asked him questions, he always got the job done. He knew that Louis had a lot of potential and he didn't want to see it go to waste or anything like the sort.

"Got a five I can burrow?" A voice interrupts and Harry looks to see Mr. Payne, biting his lip expectingly.

"Where's the five you were supposed to pay me back last week?" Harry questions, taking his wallet from his desk.

"I Know, I know," Liam sighs, "Had to pay gas with it last night."

"Don't worry about it." Harry hands him the five, "Just look at it as a nice thing the Teacher across the hall did for you."

"You are full of it." Liam jokes, stuffing the five into his khakis, "Swear you always have something up your ass."

Harry shakes his head and mutters quietly, but firmly, "The other way around would be better."

"Ah," Liam hums, shrugging -Harry likes this reaction because he doesn't care if he's gay- Then Liam perks up some. "Zayn wanted to say thank you, for the money last night."

"Zayn?"

"My Husband."

"Ah." Harry nods, "Tell him I said its no problem."

Louis walks into his house, going to the kitchen and grabbing a little debbie.

"We're behind on the bills." A voice whispers from Louis' parents bedroom. Louis stops what he is doing and tip-toes towards the room to listen in.

"We are going to lose the house."  Louis hears his step-father say to, what he assumes, his mother.

"Maybe if you did more than sit around on your ass, we wouldn't be in this mess." She hisses.

"Do not blame this on me! I'm trying my best, it's that boy!" He yells, voice booming now.

Me? What did I do to cause this? Louis thinks to himself, a frown painting itself onto his already worried face.

"What on earth does my baby boy have to do with this?" She snaps, "He does his best, never have I seen him make any less than an A plus and your ungrateful ass wants to blame this on him!"

"I don't see him going out and getting some damn money! The boy is 18! He doesn't even have a fucking car..why? Because he does nothing but worry about his damn grades."

Louis walks away and quietly steps into his room, tears threatening to spill down his already frowning face.

He's upset because he thought he was doing enough by getting good grades so that he can go off to college, leave them alone. He knows their arguments are about him, he just never knew he was being just a downer on his family. He never wanted that.

He stares at the brownie in his hands and pokes it gently, thoughts coursing through his mind when his phone buzzes.

The phone buzzes twice, grabbing Louis' attention even further. It causes him to take it from his back pocket and sigh at the texts.

Unknown Number: What's your nume?

Unknown Number: Name**

Louis: Louis

Unknown Number: Tomlinson?

Louis: ...yeah..how do u no

Unknown Number: I go to your school ;)

Louis: Who are you

Unknown Number: It's anonymous for the time being.

Louis: Bitch i gave you my fucking name so tell me yours befour i report your ass to the fucking cops

Unknown: What did my ass ever do to you?

Louis: Yur such a pest

Unknown: I strongly disagree. You are a pest.

Louis: But how??
i dont even no u ...

Unknown: But I know you.

Unknown: I also know you are a pest, I dont know how your parents put up with you

Louis: bye

Asshole: Softspot, yeah Tommo?

Louis: Fuck off