isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 3

Warning: Rape, Use of Alcohol

Harry stands by his locker, frozen as he tries to remember what he had for homework. His hands roam through his locker, pulling at his books until he finds his book for English. He pulls it out, setting it in his backpack. He zips the backpack up once the book is in it, slinging it back around his shoulder.

"Hey Harry," Willow says, smiling as he joins her by her locker. Harry smiles back at her, looking into her neat locker. She pulls out a light pink binder with a smile, setting it into her daisy print backpack.

"Where's Zayn?" Harry asked, a puzzled look setting on his face. Willow frowns, glancing around the hallway. She shrugs, pulling on her backpack.

"I think he said something about going to Art Club?"

"Oh yeah!" Harry drawls in realization, "He told me that, I think." He bumps his side against Willow's softly, walking down the crowded hallway. He looks at Louis, a frown setting on his face.

"What's up with him? He seems quiet."

"Since when have you cared?" Willow remarks. Harry scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

"I don't care, I just think it's nice that he hasn't been as mean to me today," He comments. He feels a foot hooking onto his, tripping his. He stumbles a few feet forwards, hearing a snicker behind him. 

"Told you that you have big ass feet."

"Shut up, Lewis," Harry sneers, spinning towards Louis. Louis has a smirk on his face, his eyebrows slightly raised.

"Oh wait!" Louis says suddenly, "I have something for you! Here's your book back." He throws the book at Harry, who just barely catches it. 

"Did you seriously read this?" Harry raises his eyebrows, flicking through the book. It has five hundred pages. And almost all of them are filled with heavy smut and sex scenes.

"Yeah," Louis shrugs.

"It's been two days."

"Okay, and?"

"It took me a week to get through this."

"Well, good for you. You know, I guess I'm better than you at everything at this point."

"Shove off," Harry scoffs, pushing his book against Louis' chest. Louis raises his eyebrows, pushing the book back towards Harry's chest. 

"Right here, Styles?" Louis raises his eyebrows. Harry pushes the book towards Louis' chest, far more aggressively. He raises his eyebrows, he wants to fight, he doesn't even care about getting in trouble anymore. The book falls to the ground, hitting it with a loud bang. Louis lurches forwards, his fist connecting with Harry's jaw. 

Willow stumbles a few steps back, landing in Cole's broad arms. They rub her arms up and down, watching the fight break out. Willow looks at the two boys in shock, falling farther into Cole's protective touch.

A crowd has surrounded the two boys, people grabbing for their phones to record the fight. Louis has Harry pinned against the locker with one hand, the other hand punching his stomach repeatedly. 

Harry quickly kicks Louis' shin, grabbing his wrists. He twists Louis around so that he is pinned against the locker, looking into his fiery blue eyes with anger. Louis' hatred-filled eyes stare up at him as he squirms, waiting for Harry to do something. He feels extremely uncomfortable as Harry's too-hot breath hits his lips. Harry's breathing calms as he holds the intense stare. And then Harry releases his wrists, snatching Willow from Cole and dashing out of the school.

Cole watches with a frown as Harry drags Willow with him, mainly keeping their eyes on Willow. They take a step forwards to Louis, picking up Harry's book. Louis grabs it thankfully, stuffing it into his backpack. The crowd has thinned, a few people still stuck with confused looks on their faces.