My House is posted if you wanna read it (: it's about Larry being strippers so. You Should read it if you like smut and sassy Louis lol

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Okay so this chapter is a bit sad but it's cute

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Louis stepped into the living room, trying to steady his breathing. This was it- he was going to come out to his mom. He'd already told his favorite sister, Charlotte, and she completely supported him- like she's always done.

"Mum?" Louis asked softly, summoning the woman's attention. Louis's mom, nicknamed Jay, looked up from her book and smiled at her only son.

"Hey, Lou, how are you?"

"I'm good. What are you reading?"

"The Bible."

Great.

Louis fidgeted with his hands and sat in the armchair he preferred of all the seats in the house.

"I need to talk to you," Louis mumbled, tangling his fingers together.

"Okay, love. About what?"

"As you know, I've always been a little.... You know... Different. A little more sassy and girly than other boys," Louis started.

"Well... God does not judge based on personality."

"Yeah, yeah. But, like, Mum, there's a reason I've never been like the other guys."

Jay raised an expectant eyebrow and Louis sighed.

"And why is that, Louis?"

"I... I'm... OkaysodonotbemadbutI'mgay. I'msorry."

Jay sort of stared at her only son because she only caught a bit of his sentence, and she blinked before coughing.

"Louis, baby, you're going to have to slow down."

"I... I like g-guys, Mum."

Jay blinked a few times, observing her usually smiling son, before returning her eyes to her book.

She didn't speak for five minutes, so Louis just got up and left.

Jay never really said anything to hurt Louis's feelings. In fact, Jay never really said anything to him at all anymore. She spoke to him in front of his sisters, but Charlotte noticed the lack of attention Jay gave Louis.

Soon, Louis told his other sisters and, eventually, his friends.

Here is where a little flame caught the whole forest on fire.

Louis's best friend, Chad Ernreat, turned on Louis. He happened to be highly homophobic, but Louis honestly expected it. He went to a catholic school and gays were looked down upon.

"All God's children," the teacher's would repeat, but once Chad has spread Louis's secret, the teacher's would ignore him in class and avoid coming near the lad.

As if he had a disease.

Louis wasn't always the sassy lad he was now.

Back then, he was a bit reserved. Loud, but he kept hi snide comments to himself.

This resulted into Louis getting beaten.

Eventually, the school's headmistress had to call Louis's mother about the beatings.

And can you guess what she did?

She told Louis, quite calmly, that the students were only trying to help. They wanted to knock the sin from him and Jay didn't see anything wrong with it.

That's when it started. Louis starved himself because he was just a fat fag, and who else deserved something like that? Food was a luxury, given by God to straight people. It didn't start with the weight.

Louis didn't mind his weight too much. It was mainly who he was, period.

Louis's health deteriorated and he ended up fainting in school.

He was forced to have medical help and they told Jay that if Louis starved himself further, he would die.

Jay spoke and said, "Yes, we don't need him heading to Hell any faster than he already is."

On that day, Louis gained a bad attitude and a snarky vocabulary.

He moved away as soon as he could and did not look back. He didn't speak to his mother accept on his birthday, the only day she called and wished him a happy birthday. That's really all she said and Louis accepted the two words before he have her two words back.

"Thank you."

And that was that, Louis would hang up.

This past year, she added that she had another son and Louis said, "I hope no one has to beat the sins from him, Mother."

Louis hung up then.

Louis built a shell, met Zayn, and didn't need people. He hooked up, he ditched, and he only stayed with Zayn.

He stopped starving himself and began to eat more. He liked himself okay now.

Eventually, he gained Lana, but that's all Louis allowed.

Now, he was an absolute wreck.

"And that's what happened," Louis whispered, finishing his story.

Harry smiled sadly, tracing his thumb over Louis's cheekbone.

"You may be a wreck, Tomlinson, but I'm a wreck as well. Completely and utterly a mess, but I love you regardless on how messed up we are."

"And that, Styles, is why I decided to let one more person in my life."

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I know it's short! But, hey, I wrote this a week ago and had my phone taken and planned on a short chapter then.

Warning: there's only like 9 or so chapters left omg

QOTC:

Do you expect Harry to treat Louis differently?

PQOTC:

What's the last movie you watched and the last song you heard?

MA:

Currently watching Aristocats but the last movie I fully watched was John Tucker Must Die. The last song I listened to was Crazy by Kat Dahlia because it's wonderful and simply addicting.

If you want to hear a real bitch rant, read below. Because trust me, I'm a bitch.

I'm not going to use names because hurting feelings is not on my agenda, but I was just reading someone's work on here and I noticed on their question of the chapters, they kept saying

"I need you to comment for inspiration"

And

"You're opinions will help me do (insert random, stupid fucking thing here)"

Honey.

There's two things that could be happening right now. Either

1) You know what you're going to write but you're just greedy for comments

Or (most likely this one)

2) You don't know what the hell you're going to write and you need an idea to keep people interested.

I'm sorry if this offends any of you, but I seriously just.... Why ask for comments or votes?

I make it a point not to ask for any. This most I do is advertise my other works and it's normally only if I had a new one. And I don't dedicate a whole update for it. Go look at my other stories. No authors notes.

Sorry for my rant, you guys, but it's one in the morning and I'm fucking tired of seeing that.

And if you do that, I'm most likely not talking about you. It's actually a famous Wattpad author and there's only like one that reads any of my works and it's not her.

Like, this girl gets over 2k reads on her chapters and ask for comments for "inspiration". Grrrrr.

Thank you for your patience.

Xx Queen B(itch)