Today was Friday, and hershel was mighty excited.

why, you ask?

why, because it was the last day before the weekend. hershel's favorite time of the week. he can get away from all the bullies, school work. he's going to have a nice, relaxing weekend. now hershel can happily draw his drawings in peace.

This Friday was a bit chilly, so little hershel did the right thing, listened to his mother who said;

hershel is stood by his small locker, fixing his pale, pink cozy sweater. he sighed, putting in his locker combination and getting his books. hershel already had his sketching journal with him, he brought it from home and left the sketching pad at home. he decided he'd like to write a bit more along with his drawings today, so he brought his brown and beat up journal.

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little hershel was sat in the back of his literature class, sketching away. so far, he had drawn prince louis and and a princess that resembled himself. in scraggly handwriting, hershel writes off to the side;

"mr. harry styles? what on earth are you doing that is more important than literature?"

hershel cringed when he heard his birth name. he looked up, bambi eyes laced with nervousness.

"harry. i need an answer." the teacher ticked on.

"a-actually miss, it's hersh-"

before baby hershel could finish one of the jocks in class, josh, his name is, spoke loud and proud.

the whole class bursts into laughter, while hershel bursts into tears. he quickly packs his things and runs out of the class, absolutely humiliated.

hershel decided he won't continue his day at school, and that Fridays are now the worst.

sobbing quietly, little hershel walks towards the school entrance.

and of course he was oblivious to louis who was leaning against the school's brick walls, wondering why the strange feminine boy was crying his eyes out.

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