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louis tomlinson is twelve years old when he gets his heart
broken for the first time. it’s always that young age, when
you’re so vulnerable and you find someone pretty - and you’re in
love just like that. it doesn’t occur to you when you’re that
age that boys liking boys is wrong and unnatural, but:  there
was this boy in his sixth grade class named john or jacob or
something of that sort, and he was beautiful, louis thought. he
had blonde hair that he gelled up into a quiff and green eyes
and pale skin and he would sit behind the school and smoke
cigarettes he stole from his older brother. he would choke on
the smoke but, anything to be cool. (louis thinks that’s where
his nicotine addiction began)  louis would join him and watch
the smoke pour out of his mouth into the frost of november, and
he would want to kiss his mouth which would mean his life is
over.  he tells the pretty boy this one day, he says, “i’m kind
of in love with you.” the boy