A/N: I'm dedicating this first chapter to MusicIsSanity because he's wonderful and his stories give me inspiration!
"Mum, please don't make me go to school today." Louis looked into his mum's eyes as he grabbed her hand, trying to find comfort in her motherly warmth. He needed something to make him calm, some sort of reassurance that his mum would give in and he wouldn't have to face another day in the dreaded hell he called school. "Please don't. One more day out, please."
Jay's eyes roamed her eldest child's face until landing upon his eyes. The usual bright blue ones were masked over in grey and on the brink of tears. It pained her to see her own flesh and blood like that, scared, petrified even to face another day at school where he'd encounter endless teasing and bullying. "You've missed so many days of school already, dear. You have to go. Maybe this time it'll be different." She reassured as she squeezed Louis's hand and pressed her lips against his cheek where she could taste the salty substance of his tears. "You say that every single time!" He roared while throwing his blankets to the side and climbing out of bed. "You say it . . . every day but it never gets better, just worse."
Louis had now seated himself on his desk chair, keeping his eyes focused out of the window even whenever feeling the soft touch of his mum's hands on his shoulders. His breathing uneven and coming out in short breaths as he tried to control himself.
"Calm down, deep breaths through your nose then let it out slowly." His mum sighed. She honestly did not want to relive last week, his panic attack had gotten the worse it's ever been, then afterwards he ended up having a seizure.
"Why can't I be home schooled?"
She let out a laugh and raked her fingers through the tangled mess of her son's hair. "Your father and I don't have the schedule to be able to do so, LouBear. If we could, we would. Now get dressed and ready then come downstairs, I'm making pancakes."
Even though Louis wasn't the happiest at his mum for making him go to school, he couldn't deny her infamous pancakes he had grown to love. "With the little chocolate chips cooked inside?" His voice was quiet and pathetic and he hated how much he sounded like a child right then. "Well of course!" Jay smiled and planted a kiss on his forehead before trotting from his room and shutting the door behind her.
Louis was now left to himself in the quietness of his room.
The boy figured soon he would be forced to get ready for school so he might as well do it now. He pushed through the clothes in his closet but hadn't a clue in the world what to wear. So he found his attire to end up being; sweatpants, his Tom & Hawk Manolito Montoya Sweater that his parents had gotten him last Christmas that was now a bit large on him, and grey TOMS. Styling his hair didn't take long, all he did was brush it out and boom, finished. But no matter how many times he brushed his hair over, there would still be pieces that continued to stick up and it annoyed the hell out of him.
"Breakfast, Lou!" Jay called from downstairs in the kitchen, setting one plate of chocolate chip pancakes on the islander along with a glass of milk. Little did the mother know that her son was upstairs in the bathroom he shared with two of his sisters, Lottie and Fizz, staring into the mirror and picking out every single flaw he had. Demolishing the tiny ounce of self esteem he had left in him. "Louis, get down here! And don't forget your glasses!"
Minutes passed and her son was seen moping down the stairs with his backpack slung over his shoulder and glasses rest on his nose. "Slow poke," she teased playfully and gave him a warming smile, watching as he took a seat on one of the three bar stools that were pushed into the islander. "Eat up, Mark has a bit of time this morning before work to drive you to school."
On the inside Louis was ecstatic and jumping for joy, he wouldn't have to take the bus with some of those cruel kids this morning. But on the outside, he just gave his mum a forced but thankful smile while starting to devour his pancakes.
Cheek kisses and hugs were exchanged throughout his family before step father and son made their way out of the front door. "I'm supposed to be getting off of work early this afternoon and I can pick you up from school, how about you and I go to the music store? I know you've been wanting a new record for awhile." And Louis' step dad was right, he had already listened to his other records so many times that he was slowly growing tired of them. "Really?" Louis looked at Mark with bright eyes and the middle aged man gave his step son a smile before focusing his eyes back on the road. "Of course. I'll let you pick out any three records you'd like and I'll buy them for you."
That was the second best news he had heard all morning, other than learning that his mother had made chocolate chip pancakes. All he had to do was survive this school day then he would be given the privilege to get three records, three! At least he had something to look forward to.
"I'm holding you to that, Mark." Louis said as he hopped out of the car and shut the passenger side door.
Mark let out a throaty chuckle and nodded his head, and Louis watched as the car drove off of the schools campus until it was out of sight.
~ * ~
"Hey, faggot!"
Louis' head snapped over to where the voice was coming from and his chest tightened up. He quickly started making his way down the hall, clutching his binder close to him. "Hey now, don't walk away from me. Didn't see you at school last Friday, know what that means?" Louis didn't want to think of what it meant because he already knew, he'd get a much worse beating from the guy who was following him, Mikey, he treated Louis like his own personal punching bag. The bullying at school has gotten worse, it went from only verbal to verbal and physical.
He was too caught up in glancing behind himself as he walked to see where Mikey was, whom had stopped dead in his tracks. Louis' brows scrunched in confusion as he continued to walk but that was quickly interrupted whenever he felt himself bump into a chest of someone. His eyes travelled up the suited figure and Louis couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief, the headmaster. He couldn't be happier to see him!
"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson, care to follow me to the main office?"
The boy didn't scruple and wasted no time nodding his head, following in the lead of the middle aged man. He had a white beard, slicked back black hair and dark brown eyes that reminded Louis of a Hershey's chocolate bar.
"Something you needed me for, Mr. Larkins?"
"Yes, actually. We have a new student."
Louis opened his mouth to ask what he was specifically needed for as the two walked into the office, but all that came out was dry air.
There stood, who Louis could only presume was the new student, a tall figure with curly hair and bright emerald green eyes that he was reluctant to come in contact with, holding some books and papers in his arm. His legs seemed like they were a mile long in black skinny jeans that hugged the new student's legs perfectly. "Louis, this is Harry Styles. Harry, this is Louis . . ." Louis snapped out of his daze of staring at the boy, Harry, to look over at the headmaster. "I want you to show Mr. Styles here around the school if you could. Show him to his classes, get him situated in and make him feel welcome. You two have classes together and you're a bright young lad. Can you do that?" The headmaster continued.
His lips parted slightly and he couldn't even speak, only being able to nod his head.
"Good, good!" Mr. Larkins patted Louis' shoulder before walking to a door that read 'Headmaster' on a gold plaque like thing and going inside. Which left Louis and Harry to themselves in a uncomfortable silence, that is until Louis cleared his throat. "Uh, uhm . . . w-what's your 4th period?"
"My 4th is English," the curly haired lad spoke and Louis could feel his insides burning like a flame upon hearing Harry's voice. It was deeper and a tad bit husky and Louis wanted to melt like candle wax right then and there. "Mine too." Louis' voice was squeaky and he mentally face palmed himself.
Harry ended up following right behind Louis down the hall like a lost puppy. People glared, stared and whispers erupted all throughout the hallway.
~ * ~
The rest of the day, Louis had to admit to himself, went the greatest it ever had! He couldn't stop blabbing to his best friend Liam as they stepped outside of the school about how with Harry following him around, no one messed with him. He interpreted that maybe it was because Harry honestly did intimidate some people with his whole 'bad boy' aura.
" . . . and then Mikey cornered me in the bathroom before 5th period and Harry steps inside and Mikey walked away like it hadn't even happened! Can you believe that?!" Louis beamed with a big smile on his lips. "It's like Harry is my protector or something, you know? Like he was sent here as some fallen angel and shit to help me get happy again. To . . . protect me from everyone."
Liam chuckled and shook his head, patting on Louis' shoulder gently. "That's great, Lou. But I have to get heading home. Text me?"
He nodded and watched as his best friend walked away from him, leaving him alone to lean against the school and wait for his step father to pick him up.
"Oh, look here, the faggot is all alone now."
Louis' smiled from his face faded and his mood instantly crashed down into the dumps. Why? He thought. My day was taking a turn for the best.
"H-Harry is going to come outside any minute." He stumbled over his words and couldn't believe what he had said. It had only been a few hours since he met the curly haired lad and he was already acting like the boy would come up and save him any minute, then take him away like some knight in metal amour with a sword and a noble steed.
Mikey smirked and Louis backed away, those were his first instincts. To cower away like a chicken. "Don't walk away from me, boy. Gotta make up for last week and earlier, am I right? The more you chicken off like a little bitch, the worse you'll get it."
He knew it was true. Whenever he let Mikey just go at him, the most he ended up with was a bloody nose or a black eye. But when trying to get away, it got worse. Even ended up with a sprained wrist before.
"Good boy," Mikey patted his head and treated him like he was some dog whenever Louis stopped dead in his tracks.
One punch.
Two.
Three.
Four punches soon turned into seven and right as Mikey raised his fist for the eighth, a beautiful voice spoke loudly and Louis groaned in pain underneath the school's wrestling captain. "Hey!"
There's my savior, Louis thought as he let out a shaky breath, wincing in pain whenever he was tossed down onto the warm concrete. "Get away from him," Harry balled his fist as he stepped closer and Mikey raised his hands in defeat. "Going, going." He said, true to his word but not before leaning down to Louis and mumbling to him that it wasn't over.
"Are you alright?" Harry crouched down and Louis' eyes peeked open as he saw a pair of green eyes examining his face. "Just peachy," he sighed and slowly sat up, "where are my glasses?"
After a minute, Louis felt his glasses being slid slowly onto his face and he smiled weakly. "Thank you." Harry shook his head and smiled, "It's not a problem. Come on," Harry put an arm around Louis' waist and helped him to his feet, and he couldn't help but giggle at the gesture.
Harry helped him get cleaned up in the boys bathroom then led him back outside in the nick of time, because that's whenever Mark's car strolled up. "Ready?" Mark called out to him after rolling down the passenger side window, and he nodded and swiftly turned to Harry. "Really, though. Thank you." "And like I said, it wasn't a problem." Harry and Louis exchanged smiles to each other before Louis slid himself into his step fathers car and slammed the door shut, giving Harry one last look before the car drove off.
A/N: So, in all honesty, what do you guys think? Like I haven't written a boyxboy story in like . . . well I don't think I ever have. And I don't think I've ever done a story in something other than first person view. Did I at least do decently? Let me know if you'd like to!