how to: steal someone's boyfriend. [larry stylinson] ✔️

one | you'll be sorry

September 28 -

Harry sat silently at the edge of the slide on his school's playground, his tiny legs swinging off the edge with his fingers touching one another, wallowing in his own sadness. He has been in third grade for bout five weeks, and he still has not found a reason to enjoy it due to the fact that he has no friends. Everyone often looked over him in class and in the playground, not wanting to take part in speaking with the curly haired boy. It was like he had this unknown cheese touch that drove every child away from him, and he doesn't know if it was good or not to have this much self hatred as a kid.

"If it isn't the fat rat, Styles." said Nick Grimshaw, one of the most annoying kids that Harry has ever come across. He was taller than half of the people here and acted like he was older, using his strip of popularity to boss everyone around and bully them until they cried. No one bothered to stop Nick from being mean to the other kids,and so Harry had to get use to his abuse as school went on. "Did your mummy curl your hair for you, loser?"

Harry bit his bottom lip nervously and continued to look at his hands to avoid eye contact with Nick, hearing the sounds of children coming forward to surround the two. Nick's friends appeared from the crowd and took their places behind him, their chubby fists on their hips while staring judgmentally at Harry. They were like tiny robots that followed everything that Nick did, never once thinking for themselves because they had no brain. Harry wanted to laugh at his insult inside of his head, but he smiled instead, causing Nick to growl underneath his breath.

"What are you smiling for, Fatty?" he asked angrily, and one of his friends decided to jump in.

"'Cuz he's a retard." Harry frowned deeply as the entire crowd laughed at this insult, making him look up his sad green eyes and hallowed cheeks, feeling red creep up to his face to show how embarrassed he was. His mother had told him that language like this was only used by the children of Satan, and so maybe Nick and his minions were something like that.

"I'm not."

Some people in the crowd's eyes went wide majorly, surprised at the fact that Harry actually spoke up instead of continuing to keep his speaking abilities at bay. Nick even looked a bit surprised, quickly recovering by taking a step closer to Harry and grabbing him by the shirt, his teeth clenched together like hunks of metal. Harry closed his eyes and listened to the loud sound of chanting coming from the crowd, wondering how the teachers didn't seem to notice at this point that he was being bullied while waiting to be punched in the face.

"Why don't you pick on someone your own size, loosah?" asked an unfamiliar voice from behind Nick, causing the crowd to go silent and for one of Harry's eyes to peek open. It was a short boy with a tousled caramel fringe framed around his head, and the bluest pair of eyes that Harry has ever seen, and he has used every blue crayon known to man. He had a gap in between his teeth, and he didn't look like he could hurt someone, but Harry was proven wrong.

Nick looked behind him and smirked, dropping Harry from his grip before turning to face the boy, giving him the look of death while clenching his fists. "You mean like you?"

Suddenly, Louis was on top of Nick and was throwing punches to his face like it was no big deal, causing Nick's group of friends to back up fearfully so that they wouldn't become entangled inside of the fight. Nick had his arms pinned by his body by Louis' legs, his mouth agape with confusion as Louis used all of his strength to make him bleed, Harry too busy watching to notice that the crowd was cheering the stranger on for finally sticking up to the bully. Harry found it weird that all that it took was someone willingly wanting to do what's right to change everyone's mind, but he tried not to question it. He could have been Nick at this point.