Louis’ pov

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Louis has always been the centre of attention, aside the fact that maybe half of the population in new york knew he was a genius and what he looked like, he was always called a pretty boy.

He was extremely good looking, he was called an angel face even when nobody knew what an Angel looked like.

He had a smooth skin, he didn’t take his skin care routine for granted, he loved being cute, he is naturally cute and always has a banter. He has a goofy side of him that just makes people fell comfortable around him.

His jet black hair that he always styled differently every day depending on how he was feeling was always perfect and looked great on him, he had a prominent nose, double eyelids, long lashes, tiny freckles underneath his eyes that aren’t exactly noticeable unless you move close enough to his face. His captivating green orbs that turns dark sometimes but still looked very pretty. His plumb lips that looked like it’s shaped like a tiny heart and he always coated it with lip gloss to accentuate his look.

He wasn’t so small in frame, he’s pretty tall, 177cm in height with an hour glass figure that ends up covered up with suits bigger than him.

Louis wanted to feel more comfortable doing what he wanted, applying a little make up to look prettier than he always was, he loved when people compliments him about his look asides his intelligence. He does detest when they call him pretty in front of his parents because he has to suffer series of lectures from them as to why he shouldn’t let people call

him pretty but handsome.

Then they’d talk about how he looks a bit feminine and try to bring down his self esteem that was already low and he tries to ignore what they tell him even though it hurts to believe that they’re stuck in a certain mentality that’s uncomfortable to be around.

He also wanted to get his nose pierced but decided against it when his parents yelled at him for getting a forward helix, lobe and upper lobe piercing on both ears, he had to take the earring off but the wound wouldn’t heal so he had to wear it back until it heals.

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“We asked a question, who is the blondie downstairs and what is he doing in our house?” My dad asked again and i walked towards them heading downstairs to find my boyfriend Jack.

“what the hell are you doing here?” I barely whispered while my parents joined us.

“I came to ask you to on a date” Jack said nervously looking at my parents and back to me.

“You should’ve called me first” I said before turning to face my parents.

“Mum, dad, this is my boyfriend, jack” I watched their expressions darken.

“Young man, please get out of my house before i call the cops and i’m not joking” My dad said to jack and he nodded dropping the flowers on the couch and hurried out after saying he’d call me later.

“Why did you have to behave that way in front of him? that’s really embarrassing for me”

“Embarrassing? a man showing up in front of my doorstep and claiming to be in a relationship with you is even more embarrassing for me and your father” I could hear the disgust laced in the tone of her voice as she watched me.

“Excuse me? what’s wrong with dating?”

“There’s nothing wrong with dating but dating a man is wrong, it’s disgusting and unacceptable!! what were you thinking?” My dad said running his hands in his hair

“What was i thinking? how about the fact that you both sound really homophobic right now and i was thinking about my happiness, my happiness matters to me and i found happiness with jack, why do you always have to make my life miserable?”

“Don’t talk to your father like that!!”

“I’m talking to both of you, you always make me feel so bad about myself every single time, i let you dictate what i do with my life and you try to go overboard? for once in your life, can’t you let me do what i want and see who i want?”

“A man? can you hear yourself ? what would people think?”

“Again!!! again with the people? who the hell are people? this is about me, my life and the happiness i’ve chosen for myself, what’s so wrong with it? i don’t interfere with what you both do with your own lives so what’s so wrong with me being happy?”

“Louis, you’re confused and you don’t know what you’re saying right now, this isn’t love or whatever the hell you think it is, you’re still young and that’s probably why you think you’re ‘that’” I watched my mum stare at me in distaste.

“‘That’? you mean gay? wow, i really don’t understand why i’m having this conversation with both of you right now, it’s useless” I said walking towards the staircase to my room while they called me severally to come back and finish a meaningless conversation with two unreasonable adults.

I’ve always done what they wanted, every single thing they wanted me to do but they can’t even let me have this one thing and it’s so selfish of them. I’m an adult and i have the right to make my own choices and also leave home if i want but i have nowhere else to go, i’m practically stuck with them.

My door pushed open and my mum walked in with the roses jack had left for me, she threw them at me with her hands akimbo.

“I want you to call that blondie right now and end things with him”

“You have to be kidding me, what is wrong with you?”

“I’m not messing around louis, i should’ve gone through your phone when i had it yesterday”

“You had my phone? you wanted to check my phone? what can someone do around here to have a tiny amount of privacy?”

“Text him right now and call off your relationship”

“I’m not doing that, you don’t get it!! mum, this isn’t something you’ll be able to control, you can’t control my happiness right now, i’m sick of listening to every bullshit you and your husband have to say”

“You ungrateful little brat” At least i managed to hear her say that before she slapped me and almost destroyed my eardrum.

“I picked you up from the orphanage when you looked shabby and abandoned, i gave you a luxurious life, i made you what you are and you think you can talk to me like that?”

“Don’t try to turn this around on me, don’t try to make me feel bad about anything because i did nothing wrong, if you didn’t adopt me, someone else would have adopted me, you’re benefiting everything from me, i’m the smart one and all the prices i’ve won my whole life, you and dad acted like it was your own achievements. I never got any of the money i was awarded so stop acting like you’re so amazing!!”

“I’m not surprised that you’ve learnt to talk back at your parents, start getting your things ready, you’re leaving for a boarding school” She said walking out and closing the door so loud to piss me off before what she said came rushing back to me.

A boarding school?

oh hell no.