My hands trembled as I got up from the couch and walked over to Harry, feeling so small inside compared to his Overconfident demeanor. I dropped my head when I stood in front of him, feeling uncomfortable how his eyes scanned up and down my body like some sort of art sculpture. Chills ran down my body when his hand touched mine, the blood in my face draining when I felt him wrap both his arms around my back and pull me to his lap. I gulped and stayed still, my knees burying themselves on each side Of his thighs.
"Look at Me."
He pressed his fingertip against my chin and tilted my head up, my eyes meeting the orbs of the monster. I pulled my hands away from his hold and crossed them in front of my chest, them being the only source of defense. I could sense no good from this boy, he scared me. And by the look of his smirk, I could tell he knew too.
"Moms gone so you have no where to run now. So we're gonna set some rules here. First, she's not your mom. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head as I bit my lip, my heart aching with the feeling of rejection.
"I said do you understand."
"Y-Yes."
"Second, stay out of my room. If I see you even a few feet away from my room, hear you, or can even smell you, trust me. You're going to wish you never step a foot in this house."
The lump in my throat grew as he brought his hand up to my hair and twirled my fringe around his finger so delicately. I didn't understand how he could be smiling so friendly when everything coming out of his mouth was so mean.
"Third, You do as I tell you. If I tell you to go do something for me, you do it. If I tell you to get lost, you better hope I don't catch sight of you. I want nothing to do with you. You're not my brother, your blood is not the same as my blood and will never be. Understand"
I sniffled as I slowly nodded my head, feeling disgusted with how Harry was able to be so mean with me. He brought the tip of his thumb up to my eyes and wiped away my tears, still grinning even if I was crying.
"Fourth, don't touch my things. I don't want your girly cooties on it."
"B-but I'm not a-a girl."
"Did I ask you to speak?" I gasped as I felt his palm collide against my face, my hands quickly shielding my face from him. I shook my head desperate to make him happy, even if my veins were boiling with anger.
"Good. Which comes to the fifth rule. Mom doesn't give you permission to do stuff, I do. You're my responsibility until I can get rid of you. She might act like she's willing to care for you, but I know it's going to be me that has to put up with you. She works everyday so don't you even bother getting attach to her, you won't even see her. Understand?"
It was too good to be true.
"Y-Yes H-Harry."
"Sixth Rule, don't get comfortable. You're not going to be here for long. It will be better in the long run if you go by this rule the most."
Way too good.
"Y-Yes."
"7th Rule and the last, don't you dare snitch on me you little brat. Every time one of my belongings gets taken away from me because of you, its just going to be one more day you wish you weren't here on this earth."
I wish I could go back.
"Do you understand?"
"Y-Yes Harry." I bit my tongue as I tried to silent my cries, feeling so scared at Harry who was still sitting amused with me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as he stopped smiling and furrowed his eyebrows at me. He stopped massaging my back and brought his hands to the back of my neck, bringing my face centimeters away from his.
"Because of you, I don't have my car for the next couple of weeks. So guess what we're going to do about that."
My heart was beating so hard out of my chest as Harry pushed me off his lap and my back collided with the floor.
"M-mommyyy" I brought my knees up to my chest as I watched Harry fiddle with the belt around his waist. He began taking it off slowly and laughing as I began to cry out, feeling more scared than I ever had in my life. I would remember this day forever.
******** *2 weeks later*
"Ready for your big day, Louis?"
"Yes Mam."
"You're going to make so many friends, I just know it."
I gave Anne a small smile as she fixed my suit attire I needed wear to my new school. I would be attending Cheshire Academy Of The Young Advanced along with Harry. Of course, I wouldn't be having the same classes as him since he was 16 and I was 14, having two years apart between us being one of the luckiest things that could have happened so far.
Thank The Lords above I wouldn't have classes with him.
I hummed as I ate my scrambled eggs and pancakes Anne had so politely cooked for us, feeling very privileged and satisfied with how great she cooked. I placed my fork down when I watched Harry pass by the kitchen, knowing well he wanted me to follow him outside.
He had said he never ate breakfast on school mornings, meaning I had to do my best to either finish quick or not eat at all by the time he was ready to leave. Anne looked confused when I got up from my seat and took a hold of my backpack, waving at her goodbye while walking out the kitchen to the front door of the house.
I exited the house and gulped when I saw Harry already looking towards my way, the fists by his sides clutched in known anger. I shut the door and quickly ran towards him, dropping my head when I arrived .
"I-I'm sorry. I had to say goodbye."
"I'm going to let this one slide because its your first day, but don't make me wait next time. Now come on, we're going to walk since I don't have my car. Stay in front of me where I can see you and don't you dare speak to no one. Understand,?"
"Y-yes Harry."
"Go."
I quickly hopped onto the sidewalk and began to walk to somewhere unknown.
"Were going to go straight and turn left when we reach that purple house. Understand?"
"Yes Harry" I kept my head up as I moved forward, feeling the need to show my obedience. I didn't know how longer I was going to be under Harry's Wing, neither when he was planning to get rid of me or how he was going to do it. I just knew I would have to keep moving forward during the mean time and follow his rules, since I knew what was best for me.
I turned back to glance at him when I made a turn , getting a nod of a approval and another set of directions. Following a couple of rules wouldn't be so bad. I just needed to make sure not to get on Harry's Bad side. That's when The monster came out.
*****
"I'd like to get a schedule please,. Louis Tomlinson."
"Sorry sir, I'm not authorized to give you information about other students."
"But he's a new student."
"I can't do that sir."
"Are you sure about that?"
I watched from afar as Harry talked to a middle aged, brunette lady over the desk counter in the counselors room. I could tell he was probably scaring the teacher by the way she seemed very fiddly and nervous as she typed in the computer, Harry tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. Apparently, I wasn't the only one aware of how Scary Harry was. Maybe I wasn't alone in this world after all. I watched through the glass door as Harry continued talking until the teacher nodded her head and printed out a sheet of paper, Harry snatching the piece of paper out her hand and heading back towards me. I stepped away from the door as he exited out, his face a little red but I not willing to even ask him what for. Harry didn't like being questioned.
"Here you go, you have Maths first. I'll take you there."
"T-Thanks." *
The halls in this school were huge,'but so elegantly designed. I didn't even want to know how much Anne had payed to enroll me here, the sight of different students immediately telling me this school wasn't open to just anyone. Some of the guys were that were faced away from us seemed to come from very wealthy families, their designer shoes and watches telling me they came from no ordinary background.
The girls mimicked the boys but with Prada bags and heels instead, giving the same expression as well and no welcoming gesture.
"Don't stare. Keep your head down." I glanced to Harry and nodded, being unexpectedly faced with a glare. I looked at his shoes as we walked, not wanting to upset him more than I already had. Unfortunately, that didn't go as we'll as I planned. I herd Harry's breath hitch when he came to a sudden halt, I running into his backpack and falling to the ground. Laughter erupted around me and I couldn't help but feel like I was at the orphanage all again.
I kept my head down as the giggles and chirps increased, trying to avoid the embarrassment I had already brought upon my self.
"I know you guys did not just laugh. Who thinks this is funny? Any takers? Huh?"
My heart raced as I herd Harry's angry voice echo through the halls, the laughters immediately disappearing. I raised my head slowly and was shocked when all the students around us looked like they had seen a ghost, desperately shaking their heads at Harry.
"No come on, I've herd you guys laugh. We're you laughing Mariah?"
"N-No. No Harry I-I wasn't."
"What about you John? Do you think this is funny? How about I push you to the ground."
"H-Harry, man, c'mon. I wouldn't laugh. I swear."
"So many witnesses but none of you are willing to confess. Bunch of pussies, you are all pathetic. I'm giving you 3 seconds to get out of my sight."
The uneasiness feeling in my stomach grew as everyone laid their eyes on me before quickly taking off, many distinct confused faces looking at me like I was a deranged animal. Within seconds, all the students seemed to disappear and vanish into their classes, the halls empty with only two figures left, one standing and one still on the ground
. "What the fuck Louis? Get up!" In fear, I scrambled off the floor and stood up on my feet, the anger inside of Harry clearly evident.
"Are you trying to ruin your reputation on purpose?" "N-No Harry, it was a-an accident."
"There is no room for accidents here, Louis. You embarrass me. Get into class, you too, you're already late."
I bit my lip as Harry tugged me by the collar of my shirt and pushed me towards a classroom door with the number 27 on it, his hand not letting go until he led me all the way to the teachers desk. I looked around and saw as the students already in their seats stared at me in fear....or in...sympathy?
"Styles, who is this?"
"Your new student. Get him settled."
"Alright, but you go to class sir. You're already late."
"Don't you think I know that, Mrs. Harrison." Harry snapped rudely at the curly haired, really pretty looking teacher. Harshly, he let go of my collar and turned around, leaving the classroom in a hurried pace. I couldn't help but feel like a caged animal in a zoo when the door was shut, I being alone for the first time without Harry's guidance. I turned towards the teacher and gave her a small smile, not knowing what to do.
"Welcome Louis, you're a new student I suppose."
"Y-Yes mam"
"What school do you come from?"
"Um. I-I was um Home Schooled." I flinched as I herd many gasps around the room, my eyes widening when students began pointing at me like if I was some type of mystical creature. I already hated it here.
"Oh. That's new. Take a seat in that empty desk in the second row please. Class is about to get started." I nodded at my teacher and turned back around to my classmates, feeling out of place when I began walking and whispers filled my ears. They weren't even trying to hide the fact that they were talking about me. Not wanting to be the center of attention, I hurried to my seat and placed my head down on the desk. I hated it here. I wanted to go back.
"Now class, as you know, I allow you to take two person tests at the end of each unit we finish. So right now, get with your partner and discuss your plans on where you guys will be studying for the following week."
Test? I just got here.
"Mr. Styles, I know you just got here, but try and at least learn from your classmate for now. I will get you caught up more as the weeks progress."
I raised my head from the desk and looked at me teacher in confusion, not realizing what she had just called me.
" Mr. Styles?"
"Yes, you are Harry's little brother right?"
"Y-Yes bu-"
"Oh my god, you are Harry's brother?!"
"Harry has a brother?"
"Nick, the bet is off. I am so not messing with him."
"Mrs. Harrison, can I change partners?"
My head was spinning as everyone kept staring at me in horror, the comments being thrown at me like a never ending fire gun. The voices got louder, the glares increased, and the feeling of rejection grew as everyone began scooting away from me. What was wrong with me? What was wrong with Harry? Why was this happening all over again?
Not used to being the center of attention, I grabbed my book bag and ran towards the exit of the room, ignoring the teachers pleas. Despite not knowing what direction I was going, I continued running until I noticed a janitors closet at the end of the hall. I went in and shut the door behind me, pressing my back against the wall in fear. I slid down slowly while my tears began to roll down my cheeks, my hands trembling as I took my new phone out.
I typed in a message and pressed send, putting the phone back in my pocket and bringing my knees up to my chest. Getting adopted was the worst thing that could have happened in my life. I regretted blowing out my candles on my fourteenth birthday and wishing to leave the orphanage, seeing now that the outside world was more horrible than the inside.
I didn't fit no where, not with the family I grew up with not with the family I had now. No one wanted me, no one cared for me, no one would ever like me, and no one would ever love me. Stupid little me. I bit my knees as I tried to quiet down my cries, not wanting for my teacher to know I was here. I looked up as the door opened, watching the tall figure come in and shut the door behind him.
"Jesus......come here Lou." I leaped into Harry's arms as he kneeled on the ground, not having anymore options than to trust the only person who would be here for me in the meantime.