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"You have everything?" He asked, watching her smirk and nod. He took the items from her, leaving the room and done what he needed to do before walking down the hall ready to embarrass the boy he hates.

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"Hey guys, I'm Louis!"

Louis' eyes widened and his breath hitched, looking up and swallowed. He watched how he pranced around, humming smugly and twirled the dress he was wearing.

"I'm a tranny who doesn't realize my crush is straight and just uses me to manipulate me!" Niall sang, "My ass is fake, I look like a demon without makeup, and I'm actually adopted!"

Louis heard the snickers around him and Harry leant against the wall, biting his tongue.

"Kind of sucks, though," Niall shrugged. "'Cause one daddy is dead and the other is in war to get away from me. Wouldn't surprise me if my own brother hated me secretly; I'm just a freak."

Harry clenched his fists and watched Niall smirk.

"Momma!" Harry yelled, exiting the room and Niall froze. Louis closed his eyes, hanging his head and swallowed thickly.

Of course Niall would do this, of fucking course. He's an idiot. A two-faced hypocritical moron. Why do this? Why do this to someone you had a past with?

But why bring his own two fathers into it? Especially because one of them is dead. Louis hates when someone makes fun of his parents. His other one is sacrificing his own life for the bastard!

Louis blinked, keeping his eyes on his lap and heard snickers as Niall skipped out of the room teasingly. Harry walked into the room shaking his head and let out a long huff, hitting his forehead on his desk.

"He looks stupid," he growled lowly and Noelle squirmed in her seat. She made a small noise and Louis grimaced, taking in a deep breath and let it out.

"He was mocking me, Haz," the crossdresser replied quietly.

"I know -- my point is, he thinks he has a better taste in clothes than you," Harry sat up, rubbing Louis' knee. "And that's impossible."

"You're ridiculous," Louis lightly punched his thigh, not really in the mood anymore. Harry shrugged, looking to the side and his mother winked at the two.

"Kinda weird that your mom works here, isn't it?" Liam sat down beside Niall, glaring at the boy who's quickly changed out of his clothes.

Harry shrugged, smirking slightly. "Eh, it's decent. This is the only time when she's not a pain in the ass."

"I heard that!"

Louis shook his head as snickers went around the room and Mrs. Eden wrote what she needed to write on the whiteboard.

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"Hey, hey, you'll do fine," Liam assured, Harry nodding with him. Louis sighed, nodding and looked up at Harry. The teen smirked, wrapping his arms around Louis' waist and hummed in agreement.

"You're gonna do great, Lou," he watched Louis blush, "and if they don't choose you, screw 'em, I'll play with you and probably break a wrist because I suck at sports."

Liam chuckled, rubbing Louis' shoulder and the crossdresser nodded.

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Louis walked into the gym wearing black clingy shorts and a soft peach tee, his black Van's tapping against the wooden floor as he did so. Liam and Harry sat down at the top bleachers, wanting a better view (that's actually what the front row is for but Harry really doesn't want to get Noelle germs on him).

Liam heard the teen beside him wolf whistle and Louis blushed, removing his bracelets and skipped every step going up to the two. He gave them to Harry, sitting next to him and Liam pouted.

"Heey, I'm lonely over here."

Louis bit his lip and sighed when he saw the coach coming out, kissing their cheeks and giggled as he skipped down the steps.

"Your mom's the volley coach?" Liam's eyebrows furrowed. "Since when?"

Harry shrugged. "Probably since she started."

Louis walked to his half of the gym that Mrs. Eden had assigned and the students followed the woman in warm-ups. No one noticed Louis was there until one of the popular girls decided to show up late.

"Since when were we able to let fags try out?" The girl smacked her gum. "I thought it was an all girls team."

Louis shrugged, taking the ball from Mrs. Eden, ready to serve. Coach crossed her arms, looking at the teen beside Louis, and Harry bit his lip.

"First off, get rid of that attitude, it's tryouts, you never know who's gonna make it."

Louis twirled the ball in his hands, shrugging again.

"Second, don't start bullying him, because my wife wouldn't appreciate it."

Liam and Harry both whistled and Harry yelled, "You tell her, momma!"

The girls trying out looked to the top, seeing Louis wave at his twin and Liam waved back. Noelle and Vova both huffed, Noelle tapping her foot impatiently and Louis served the ball. Coach his it back and Louis jumped in the back, spiking it and the boys in the bleachers kept yelling incoherent things that made Louis shake his head.

Noelle passed it, Vova returned it, Louis spiked it. Typical.

"What if they all make the team?" Harry asked Liam. "Noelle, Lou and Vova."

"She's your mother, Haz," Liam sighed. "Talk to her and tell her what's going on."

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