Once Upon A Time (l.s.)

What Happen On 8th May

Harry POV:

I was sitting in the cafeteria during lunch. Taylor was sitting in my lap, Liam and Z across from me, when I saw him. He was sitting at one of the corner tables, laughing at what I am assuming was a joke the blond guy sitting next to him made. I felt white hot jealousy zing through me. That laugh of his was reserved for me. Only I could make him laugh and smile like that. Even from the distance, I knew his eyes would be crinkled, and his smile would be bright, hand on his mouth in that feminine way he had, it made me want to rip that guy's blond hair out. Taylor traced my line of sight

"I know it bothers and disgusts you babe." She said in her shrill voice that I didn't like one bit. Liam and Z heard this.

"We can do something about it." Liam stated

"Yeah, the fag doesn't deserve to laugh." Zayn added

"Do you think the blond is a fag too?"

"Nah, he asked Willow Ethans out yesterday." Taylor said, inspecting her nails.

"He's got quiet the confidence, huh. A week since he joined and he is already asking girls out. And Willow Ethans? Damn, he's got some guts. Isn't she dating Brian Williams?" Liam asked, she just nodded.

"He definitely wants his brains punched out."

"How about we shatter his confidence?" Zayn suggested as his eyes scanned over me and Liam.

"How?" I asked

"Simple, after school, we follow him, beat him up, tell him that if he hangs out with that fairy this would be his daily routine, slip a note into the fags locker telling him that we beat up his new friend and to stay away from him or it would get worse." Zayn gave the plan. I knew that if Louis got to know that the blonde got beaten up for being friends with him, he would leave the guy right away, he is too pure for this world.

"I'm in." We both replied in chorus.

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The next day when Louis reached school, he read the chit that was left in his locker.

'If you want your blonde best friend to live, stop hanging with him, or trust me he will look much worse than he does today.'

At first, Louis didn't believe it but when he saw Niall's appearance, he didn't need more proof. The poor boy had a black eye, bruised cheekbones and he was limping, a hurt on his leg. Louis ran up to Niall and apologized profusely, breaking into tears. 

"I am so sorry Ni, this is all my fault, I swear it will never happen again. Stay away from me and you'll stay safe, just stay away. I'm not worth it."

"But Lo-"

"No, just stay away." and he ran down the hall. He missed the first class as he hid in the bathroom and just cried. Cried for his pathetic self, cried for his sins, cried for he was worthless, cried because he just hurt people, he cried because he was disgusting. He fished out his blade from within his bag, thankfully, he was wearing a dark blue t-shirt. He lifted it and started slicing through his pudgy pudgy stomach and love handles. He made cut after cut, blood oozing out of them. He enjoyed the burn that the blade brought, the satisfaction of punishing himself because he was wrong and a disappointment. Once done, he quickly grabbed a handful of toilet paper and placed it on the cuts. He didn't have bandages, so he just dabbed on the cuts with the toilet paper till they stopped bleeding.

 By the time he exited the washroom, the second class was half way through, so he just sat pathetically on a bench in the hallway and waited for the third class to start.