Loving You's The Antidote || l.s. ✓

Chapter 11

"Woah calm down, I wasn't gonna chop your arm off or anything."

"Better keep your hands away from him anyway. You don't wanna catch a disease." Zayn smirked.

"What've we got next?"

"Games." Zayn told him.

"Well tutor better hurry up, I hope we're doing football."

Harry hoped he could get out of it. His tummy and back were still slightly sore and to be honest, he was so tired and felt incredibly weak. But without a note he knew it would be a slim chance.

The bell eventually rang, signalling the end of tutor and the boys walked to games, Harry trailing behind them.

"Um, sir, please can I get out of games today? I don't have a note but-"

"Nope, if you don't have a note you have to do it." He said firmly.

Harry didn't want to argue so he walked into the changing rooms, defeated.

He set his bag down, beginning to get changed. He slipped his shirt off before pulling the other one on.

"Jesus Christ are you like anorexic or something?" Zayn looked Harry up and down. Harry was quick to pull his jumper on so nobody saw his cuts before wrapping his arms around himself self-consciously.

"Zayn!" Liam hissed, "don't make comments about someone's weight!"

"Why not? He's literally just skin and bone."

"Can't help it." Harry said quietly with a blush.

"Of course you can, you literally just need to eat something."

Harry shook his head, "'m not anorexic."

"Then why are you a literal skeleton?"

Harry ignored him, walking out of the changing rooms.

"Oi Styles, don't you dare ignore me!" Zayn yelled after him.

"Are you alright mate? You look a bit peaky." A familiar Irish boy jogged up next to him.

"I thought you weren't in?"

"Had a dentist appointment. Anyway, what's up?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

Harry turned to him with a frown. "I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"You shouldn't even be talking to me." Harry sighed.

"Why not? It's not like you've got a disease or anything."

"Everyone else seems to think so."

"Yeah, well. Luckily my brain is detached from their massive shared one."

"You'll get picked on if you talk to me though."

"It's alright, I'm friends with Liam."

"Liam doesn't like me."

"He doesn't dislike you. Just got in with the wrong crowd."

"Really? Oh..."

"Boys! Stop talking and get on with your laps!"

Harry groaned, taking a deep breath before beginning to jog.

"Honestly mate, you don't look good." Niall raised an eyebrow at him.

"I'm fine. Just asthma and stuff."

"You should sit out."

"Not allowed. I don't have a note."

"That's a bit fucked up."

"Yeah." Harry shrugged.

//

Harry moved back against the fence, crouching down with his head in his hands as he wheezed. Not only was his asthma was playing up, but he felt as if he would faint any second. He definitely hadn't been getting enough sleep, nor had been eating enough. He was overworked, far too overworked to be running laps.

"Mr Styles! Get up!" Harry stood up, gripping onto the fence as he felt a wave of dizziness come over him.

"I can't." He muttered.

"Oh my god you're so pathetic." Zayn spat.

"What are you actually doing?" Louis made a face, "you look like you're constipated or something."

"Mr Styles, what is the problem here?"

"Dizzy and asthma and...other stuff..."

"Are you on your period or something?" Louis smirked.

"Mr Tomlinson, that's enough thank you."

"I think he needs to go inside." Niall observed, looking the wheezing boy up and down.

"Mr Tomlinson, can you take him in please."

"Yeah, sure." Louis glanced at Zayn who had an evil grin on his face.

The teacher walked off, Louis reluctantly putting an arm around Harry and helping him up.

"Try your best not to catch his disease Louis." Zayn laughed.

"I'll try not to." Louis chuckled.

"You can at least try and be nice. He's literally about to faint." Niall crossed his arms, glaring at the pair.

"Calm your tits leprechaun."

"Just be nice." Niall sighed, walking away.