See You Again || L.S. || ✅

Chapter Eight

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"Shit, I'm almost late." Harry jumps up from his comfortable position on the couch and grabs his bag.

He has class today with Louis and he didn't realize how late it got. Well, he should've considering he just watched three episodes of Friends.

Moving quickly he grabs a snack and stuffs it in the bag before grabbing a water bottle and exiting the room.

He manages to lock the door in record time and seconds later he's running down the empty hall.

Which turned out to not be so empty as he runs into someone else.

"You're fucking kidding me." The voice speaks again.

Harry literally freezes and he squeezes his eyes shut.

Not today. Not right now. Please.

"I- I'm sorry, I wasn't lo- looking, I'm sor-"

"The fuck you weren't, what's wrong with you? This is the second time and I wasn't very happy the first time."

Harry takes a deep breath as he looks at the boy standing opposite him.

He's taller and looks at least a few years older than Harry.

His eyes are a dark Hazel and his hair is a dark brown, styled up in a quiff.

His eyebrows are currently narrowed on Harry, stepping forward.

"I asked you a question." He intimidates, backing Harry into a wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

And before Harry can even attempt to answer, the taller boy swings his arm, punching his gut.

Harry immediately bends forward, clutching his stomach in pain as hot tears threaten to spill.

"Please I-"

"Shut up asshole." He mutters before there's a knee hitting his chest and hands pushing him over.

He's kicked once more before he vaguely hears footsteps walk away and down the flight of stairs beside the elevator.

He lets out a groan at the throbbing he feels travel I
Up his whole body and he lets a couple of tears slide down his face.

Louis. Harry thinks to himself. I just need to get to Louis.

Harry moves his body and somehow managed to stand up.

This is the first time someone has straight up hurt him. Sure he aid bullies but he was never really physically harmed, although words can hurt just as bad.

After he stands still for a couple of seconds, he readjusts the bag on his shoulders and makes his way over to the elevator.

Once inside he takes a deep breath, feeling it in his ribs, and he cries.

He can't help it, although he's always tried to.

He lets the water leave stains down his cheeks as he exits the elevator, thankful no one is around and his class isn't that far.

He cries as he walks to the large building, his mind only set on one thing, not even noticing the handful of people he walks past.

Once he gets to the door of the classroom he's thankful he's ten minutes early, despite his thoughts he was going to be late.