Louis gasped and tried to hide his mouth with his hand. Why was Harry crying? Who the hell had hurt Louis baby? (Or, that was what Louis called him in his head, since Harry isn't a baby nor Louis')
''Mr. Styles, why are you attending class with watery eyes?'' The teacher asked.
Everyone was looking at Harry with mouths on the floor. This was the first time anybody had ever seen Harry crying in public.
Harry looked down at his feet and then sighed, ''sorry, I didn't want to miss the whole lesson. I can go to the bathrooms and clean myself up if you'd like?''
''Yes, please Harry, the class wouldn't be able to concentrate if you were crying," the teacher commanded.
''Sir, can I go with him?'' Someone asked from the back of the classroom.
''Yes of course Zayn," the teacher answered and Zayn quickly packed his things before trailing off after Harry.
Louis sighed and buried his head in his arms on the table. Why did Harry have to come in all shaken up and crying when Louis was trying so desperately hard to hate on Harry. This just made it all harder and Louis just wanted to run away and never come back.
Eventually the bell rang and Louis quickly packed his things and ran to his locker, trying to not think about that gorgeous boy with big green eyes hidden under those chocolate coloured curls. Yes, Harry defiantly is gorgeous.
Louis put his things in his locker and the shut it. With one leg leaning against the wall and the other one holding himself up from the ground Louis thought about just running home and come back tomorrow, hoping that maybe everything would be easier then.
''Hey, fag, over here!'' Someone said and Louis immediately recognised that voice, of course Josh had to ruin his day just today.
''N-no. Please, please d-don't," Louis pleaded. He knew very well that his body hadn't fully recovered from the hospital visit.
''Fag!'' One of the two boys behind Josh exclaimed.
Louis looked down at his feet, shame washing through his body. He wished for nothing more than to just fade away, right there and then.
Josh had a steady grip on his t-shirt and therefor he couldn't move. Josh looked into the shorter boy's blue eyes. His own eyes filled with disgust against Louis weak ones filled with shame and fear.
''You're such a weakling. I bet your momma packs your schoolbag and gives you goodnight and good morning kisses. Aren't that right, twat?'' Josh spit with so much hate.
Louis didn't answer, he was too afraid to talk against Josh, so he just kept quiet. Maybe that was the reason why he got a slap across his cheek in return.
''Little gay boy is so scared he can't even answer a simple question, huh?''
Louis could still feel the heat against his cheek, the heat on his body that he actually liked. He knew that he deserved this. He knew he deserved every punch, every word, every kick, every rejection, every hateful or disgusted look, he deserved it all. Because Louis was simply and royally fucked up.
''Leave him be," someone said and Louis eyes shot wide open, apparently he had somehow closed them when the slap came.
''Why?''Josh questioned but never leaving his eyes from Louis' ones.
''Because," the person simply answered and Josh finally released his grip on Louis shirt.
Louis slowly looked over to his left where the person's voice had came from, and to say he was shocked to see Zayn standing there must have been a disparagement.
Zayn gave Josh a certain look that made him and his friends back off.
Louis didn't know what he was supposed to do. It was an awkward and uncomfortable silence. The air was thick and it felt like everyone's eyes were directed against his. Louis didn't know what was going on, never in a million years had Zayn told anyone to stop hurting Louis.
''I mean, come 'ere Josh!'' Zayn corrected himself. Josh took one last glance at Louis and then followed quickly after.
Louis sighed and fell down on his bum with his back against the lockers. He thought about the chances of catching a wee before the science class started, and he concluded that he would actually be able to wee and come in time for his class, so he did just that.
Louis stood himself up and then fixed his t-shirt before his fringe. He ran a pair of fingers through his hair and then considered it done.
He walked swiftly to the men's bathrooms and slowly pushed the door open. Louis quickly slid in between the door and the wall without making a big entrance.
Louis turned around and stopped dead in his track. There he was again, the one and only. The one he feared the most to see right then stood right in front of him, watching Louis through the reflection of the mirror.
Louis immediately turned around and just as he was about to turn the door handle he felt a hand on his shoulder.
''L-Louis, w-wait," he whimpered.