Honey Rain

Chapter One

"Move out of the way, fag."

I cringed as he slammed my shoulders roughly into the lockers. 'He', of course, would be none other than Harry Styles, most beloved homophobe to ever walk these hall of this school and perhaps the entire world. There was a time when Harry didn't hate me. Of course, that was before I came out as gay. Ever since that day, he's made it his personal mission to make my life a living hell. That's what you get for being gay in this backwards homophobic town.

His laughter along with a few of his friends' echoed through the hallway as he walked away. What could he possibly get out of tormenting me? Oh that's right; the love and approval of everyone else in this goddamn nightmare of a school. Well, everyone except me and Niall.

Niall Horan had been my best friend since the day we met. He was one of the only few people to support me when I came out. I would probably be dead without him.

Only one more year, I reminded myself as I walked to class. One more year and then I would be rid of Harry and out of this town.

"Mr. Tomlinson, please take your seat. Today, we will be assigning partners for your final project of the semester. As I explained during Friday's class, you and your partner will create your final analysis of Shakespeare's work, specifically, one of the three plays we studied this year. You will each be assigned one work to focus on and create your project around that. The instructions for the project should still be in the notes we took yesterday. This will be worth twenty percent of your final grade for this semester, so I don't suggest you take this lightly."

I kept my head down as she finished her overview of the project, which ended up just being a recap of yesterday's class, and called out the pairings.

"Lily Walters and Eleanor Calder."

Just one more year of this.

"Niall Horan and Liam Payne."

Liam and I used to be friends. That was before Harry brainwashed him into thinking I was diseased or something.

She called out four more pairings that I ignored entirely, staring off at the wall.

"Dylan Morrison and Zayn Malik."

Zayn Malik was just a slightly less dangerous version of Harry. I don't think he hated me as much as Harry did, but he hated me none the less. He was just as homophobic as everyone else here, though you could never guess his hostility from looking at him. His personally didn't match his appearance, as he was just about the most beautiful person that you've ever laid eyes on.

"Louis Tomlinson,"

Great, here we go. Give me anyone, anyone except him.

"and Harry Styles."

No.

No, this cannot be happening. There must me some mistake. I looked over at Harry and he sneered at me before whispering to Zayn, probably about how he wished I was dead, which he has let me know on multiple occasions. I can't really blame him; I wished I was dead, too.

"Miss, I think there must be some kind of mistake. There's no way we can work together." I didn't expect that to work, but it was worth a shot.

"I will not debate with you, Louis. You and Harry will work together, and I expect no complaints from either of you. If you would like to avoid a D on your report card, please do you best to get along."

I tried to hide my defeated groan as I flipped through the papers she gave us. Of-fucking-course Harry and I got assigned Romeo and Juliet. What better for two mortal enemies to study together than a love story, huh?