Flower Tattoos

Chapter 2

The text never left Louis' mind, he didn't answer because he was a little scared. What does she need to talk about? Louis sighed, running his hands through his hair. He didn't think he did anything to piss her off. Interrupting Louis' reverie, Zayn plopped down his lunch and reached over to shove his shoulder.
"Lou, or dare i say LouBear," Zayn started with a smirk, "Cady is looking for you." He finished in a sing-song voice. Louis groaned and kicked him under the table.
"What does she want?" Louis asked quietly, Zayn shrugged and nodded his head forward, signalling Louis to look. He turned his head and saw Cady, waving frantically at him, but Louis didn't care about her. Behind her was a boy; he was wearing a beanie. He was surrounded by a few jocks, and he could see that he didn't want them there, so ignoring Zayn, He stood up and walked over. Louis got close enough to hear some of the things they were saying,
"hey fag, did your mummy make that for you?"
"yo queer, why don't you just kill yourself?"
He looked down and Louis could see he was lightly shaking. He got close enough behind one of them and tapped him on the shoulder,
"excuse me, ma'am-oh! sir- excuse me sir, could you maybe shut the fuck up?" Louis grinned when the jock's mouth parted and added a sardonic 'please' at the end.
"and who are you and why is this your business?" He asked, quite loudly. Louis just smiled again, the other jocks stopped messing with Curly and all the attention was on Louis.
"Louis Tomlinson, nice to meet you," he stated and held out his hand,
"anyway, will you do me a huge favour and just walk over there and stop being such an egotistical jerk? Yeah, that wo-" He was cut off by a punch to his jaw. He cradled it in his hand, feeling the blood ooze from his busted lip.
"Well that was just plain rude." Louis said, smiling wickedly. He brought his leg up and kneed the jock in the groin, causing him to fall over and groan in pain.
"Well then, thanks for your cooperation. C'mon, Curly, come with me." Louis stated, letting the other jocks tend to their friend.
"W-well, you didn't have to do t-that." A shy, but deep voice muttered, if Louis wasn't so close, he wouldn't of been able to hear it, but he did. So he turned around, smiled brightly, and started leading them to the bathroom. It was silent and Louis' voice pierced through the air,
"So, what's your name?"
Curly looked up, frightened.
"'M Harry," he muttered, diverting his gaze to the linoleum tiles. Louis nodded, and said,
"I'm Louis, pleasure to meet you, Harry."