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it was once again monday, and surprisingly hershel was feeling pretty good. he got up around 6 am, since he wanted to look extra nice.

he went through the process of his daily morning routine, when that was done he slipped on his newly bought dress.

it was absolutely gorgeous. when hershel saw it in the store window he just had to beg his mummy to let him get it.

hershel has the dress on, and now it's time for makeup. since his outfit is pink, he doesn't want to go so crazy. for the eyes hershel decides to go very light.

as for his lips, they're naturally pink on their own. he just adds a bit of gloss to make them shine.

hershel sighs softly, finally he tucks his tiny feet into one of his many pairs of white sandals.

by the time 7 am comes around, little hershel is all ready to go.

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hershel made it to his locker, getting his geometry book. as he was about to go to class, there was someone looming over him.

"hey, . where might you be going."

little hershel's book slipped from his hands, and he gasped quietly. great, time for the daily bullying once again.

"i- im going t-to class. ."

hershel was surprised he could even get a sentence out, as he was crowded up against his locker by a big and mean bully.

josh, the bully, scoffed. "well. looks like you'll be missin' class today, ."

hershel squeaked and scrunched his eyes closed, waiting for the surging pain to go through his cheek.

it never came.

furrowing his nicely done eyebrows, little hershel opened his eyes and jumped back at the sight.

josh was on the ground groaning in pain while gripping his abdomen, and none other than louis looming over him.

"louis?" hershel says, quietly.

louis' head snapped up, and he smiled softly. "hey, doll. i saw this prick messing with you so i thought i'd help. are you alright?"

hershel mentally swooned, but physically blushed. "uhm, y-yes. m'alright. thank you for that- this." he mumbled, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers. ()

louis waved his hand. "was nothing. im always here to help."

hershel smiled, and sighed. he knew he was late for geometry.

"i think i should get going, im late for class. thank you again, louis." before hershel could even register what he's doing, he plants a firm kiss on louis' cheek and walks off to his class. once he turns the corner, he goes into complete panic mode.

tiny hershel pulls at his curls, biting his lip. did he really kiss louis? god, why is he such a fuck up. oh well, hershel can't do anything about it now but go on about his horrible day and wait until he gets back into the confinements of his room to scream at himself.

that's exactly what he does, hershel goes about his normal school routine.

go to class. get called a ''. go to lunch. get drinks thrown on him. sit in the stall and sob quietly so he doesn't get caught. go to the art room for his free period and sketch more drawings of his () prince louis. finally, walk home.

yeah, hershel has it rough. but with just one thought of louis, all the pain goes away.

he really, really wishes he could tell louis that to his face someday soon.

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