His mom kisses his cheek in the morning, telling him to drive safely in his small red and black sports car where the suspension sits almost so low to the ground there isn't a gap. it's a very typical story, the older, rich, pretty boy bullies and picks on the younger and more vulnerable; however, there is a reason.
Long time ago, louis was dating gemma, it was for a pretty long time in high school terms, gemma was popular which helped louis build his reputation, until she broke up with him for lucas, a foreign exchange student that just transferred who instantly was deemed most handsome. well, the end of the year came around and lucas returned home, gemma tried to come back but louis already received sympathy points and his hatred for the styles family grew so strong that now harry is the main target.
as harry hops off the bus he is greeted by louis right away, normally he can at least get through the door but i guess not today.
"what's up buttercup?" louis teases
"can you let me be for today? i have an important test to study for and the last thing i need is you bugging me?"
"aw styles, you really want me to stop bothering you?" harry nods his head
"such a shame that everything you wish and dream for will never come true." louis punches his shoulder, not lightly at all.
harry rolls his eyes and rubs his shoulder, he tries not to express discomfort around louis, it simply fuels the fire. louis is taller, stronger, and older, his advantages weight out harry's talent of art.
"so styles, what test are we studying for?"
"AP chemistry." he mumbles.
"you need to speak up or shut up not somewhere in-between."
"i said chemistry." harry says slightly louder, louis laughs at how pathetic harry is. all his life harry has always tried to be the best, dress the best, smell the best, yet for some reason someone has always put in half the effort and still came out on top. louis is that person.
"give me money." louis has money that isn't the reason, the reason is to embarrass harry, to make him feel more poor than what he already is.
harry has been trying to speed walk inside the hallways of the school to lose louis but it never works so he stands by a decently busy staircase and says what he always has to say.
"i don't have anything to give you louis, can you just leave?" harry's voice slightly cracks, he just needs a mental break.
"you are so poor you can't even spare your best friend a few dollars, how fucking stupid are you?" louis says while grabbing a tuft of harry's hair, causing harry to shriek.
"learn to shower you dumb whore." louis pushes him to the ground and walks up the stairs, meeting with his friends.
"are you alright?" harry looks around, someone sounds like they are talking to him but that isn't how the storyline normally works.
"i'm niall, niall horan."
finally his eyes adjust to a blonde man holding out his hand with a soft smile. harry take it and the main hoists him up.
"why are you helping?"
"i always help when i see someone on the floor."
"are you new here?"
"yep I am the second semester transfer student from ireland." he smiles brightly.
"ah, makes sense, i'm harry."
"may i ask why you were on the floor.'
"stairs can be kinda slippery." harry might not have friends but in his mine if he did, he imagines that louis wouldn't be that nice to them either.
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