Loved You First [Lirry/Larry FanFic] AU

Chapter One

-♥Dedicated to NiamNerd for helping me to decide the plot, and being a great directioner friend♥-

The laughter was getting unbearable. I stared at my desk, trying to drown it all out by concentrating on my algebra equations. 2ys(42y+7as) equals...

'Look at the faggot, everyone. He's a freak show!' OK, the maths didn't help. Why wasn't the teacher saying something? Shows what a crap school I go to. I dared to take a glance at the teachers' desk. I sighed, remembering that she was photo-copying some worksheets. I immediately put my head back down as I heard a chair scrape back and Zayn get up.

'Aw, look at the retard. He's scared of the mean boys!' He was mocking me. 'Or is it because you're turned on? I mean, I am a guy, and you are gay...' Ever since everyone had heard about me being gay, the bullying had gotten worse. And I mean, much worse. From what had been just smart-remarks, name calling and the odd punch or kick in the shins, is now constant, and daily. I winced as Zayn grabbed my neck and twisted it around so I was facing him. 'You better not like me, Styles. Or I'll make your life a living hell.' What could he do, that everyone didn't already? My life basically is a living hell now, and it always will be.

At the end of fourth period I walked into the boys' toilets, staring at my feet the whole way. I don't know why I was an instant target. Was it my baby-ish curls, that seemed to taunt me? Or was it my stupid dimples that seemed to be there whenever I dared to open my red girly mouth. I stared at my reflection in the cracked mirror. Maybe it was all of me put together. My ugly face, my colour-changing eyes, my crocked nose (from all of the breaks), my slow and post accent, my weird four nipples, my slouchy orientation, what was it?! The only thing I had going for me was my big dick, but I couldn't exactly show or brag about that without getting a punch in the stomach. A tear fell down my cheek, the rage filled up inside me. I punched the mirror, as if I was wiping away the tear. I looked at my knuckle and began to feel faint at the blood dripping into my palm. I decided to crawl up in the corner of the bathroom. I stared, with no emotion, at the opposite wall, horrible thoughts running through my head. I looked down at my red hands, they were covered in blood. There was a trail of it dripping from the mirror to where I was sitting. I sobbed - I didn't cry. I made sure I'd forgotten how to cry since I started to get bullied. If they knew I was crying, I wouldn't hear an end to it.

I got onto my feet as quick as I could as soon as I heard footsteps entering the deserted room. I pretended to be fixing my ugly, worthless hair in the mirror as he walked in. Once I realised who it was, I felt my heart beat faster.

'Umm...Sorry, I was just leaving. I didn't mean to get in your way.' I mumbled trying to pick up my bag without leaving blood stains.

'Hey, you can stay if you like, I don't bite.' He smiled at me, something I hadn't seen in ages. I could feel my cheeks blushing. 'Crap' I thought to myself. 'Just my luck. Liam comes in and you act like an idiot. Well done Harry, well done.'

'Thanks.' I mumble, trying not to show my cheeks. I walk back over to the corner and start to wash some of the glass out of my gash.

'Wow. What happened?! You weren't cutting yourself, were you?' Liam comes over to me and places his arm on my shoulder. 'I'd hate to think you were hurting yourself.' I just wanted to kiss him.

'No, I...' I didn't want to tell him that I'd just punched a mirror. He'd probably think I was some sort of freak, like the rest of them. I could see him glance at the mirror, the cracked, bloody mirror.

'I'm thinking it has something to do with this?' Liam questioned me, but in a soft way, as if he was telling me that he wouldn't laugh or hurt me. I nodded my head, and looked back down to the floor. 'Hey, hey, hey. Stop looking at the floor. You shouldn't hide your beautiful eyes.' He touched my chin, as if he was going to bring it up. I flinched. 'I'm sorry - I didn't mean to hurt you.' He generally looked sorry, not that he did anything.

'Don't be sorry, I'm an idiot.' I looked up at him and I could feel myself get hotter and hotter.

'You're not an idiot, Harry. Don't you dare beat yourself up. You have enough people to do that for you. I'm sick of you getting hurt. You don't deserve it.' He knew my name? Most people knew me as 'faggot', obviously some people pay attention. Liam had a strong tone to his voice now, a hint of aggression, but not towards me, towards the bullies. I leaned in a little closer, not too much , but just enough. To my surprise, he leaned in too. My breath began to get un-steady. We looked into each others eyes what felt like forever.

'See you around, Harry.' He placed a bit of paper into my hands as I watched him leave. I began to realise that he'd given me his phone number. Liam James Payne had given the idiot Harry Styles his phone number.

What. Just. Happened.