(Niall's POV)
We walk into the house and Harry is beyond angry - way more angry than I am at the moment. I've been trying to calm him down. What happened is done and over with. We've both been suspended for five school days for the way we behaved in the principal's office. A whole week off of school because of this? I mean, I hate school as much as the next guy. But, come on. A lot of other people have done a lot worse and only get off with warnings. But, because Harry and I are the openly gay guys at school, I guess I'm not trustworthy anymore. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty? Stephen, as always, talked his way out of this. Probably bribed the man with money, no doubt. It wouldn't surprise me at all.
"I can't believe I just got suspended! I was just freaking defending myself!"
"Harry," I begin. "Please calm down. It'll be fine. Look on the bright side. We can spend more one on one time together."
"Niall, I love you and all. But, I want to be in school. I need to graduate."
"You will. I promise. It's just one suspension. It wasn't even your fault."
"Obviously it wasn't my fault. It's freaking Stephen! I TOLD YOU THIS WOULD HAPPEN! I freaking told you he would sweet talk his way out of suspension. Probably gave the principal some outrageous amount of money. His dad just hands him cash like it's worthless."
I put my hand on his shoulder and spin him around into a hug. Nothing makes me more upset than seeing Harry angry. He's been beyond stressed out ever since he came out. Within the last few weeks alone, people have just gotten more harsh than they have been. We can't even walk out of the house without something being said.
"Oh, look! It's the gay couple. Don't get too close. You might catch it," they'd say. "I hate gay people. They always hit on me. Gross. Uh, hello. I'm straight!"
Being bullied for something you can't change really does hurt and Harry's new to the direct abuse. So, he obviously isn't going to just want to brush it off. He's done nothing but cry himself to sleep since the taunting started. Though we're not dating yet, people like to refer to us as the "gay couple" at school. I know it makes Harry angry, even though it really shouldn't be taken as an insult. I love Harry and all. So, I'm going to have to help him ignore them or at least get the blow to lessen. I hate seeing him like this. It breaks my heart to know that they're getting to him and I don't want him to feel like I did.
There was a time where I wanted to end it all. I wanted to kill myself. But, I would step back and ask myself. "Who am I hurting if I go through with this?" I've found that I have more people that care about me than just Savannah, most of them being teachers. See, I get along better with adults or young children. I've never gotten along with people my own age. They're the ones that bully me. Sure, there are some homophobic adults that tease me and stuff. But, most of them have been nothing but nice to me. I've never felt threatened by anyone with an adult present.
"Niall," Harry whimpers into my shoulder. I can tell he's starting to cry.
"Yes, love?"
"Why does everyone hate me now? What did I ever do to them? Even the people that said they support us find ways to make fun of me."
"Harry, it'll be okay. I promise. They're just mad because you finally came to terms with who you really are."
"Is this really how we made you feel for all these years? Worthless and unwanted?"
"I'm sorry. I am so sorry for the way they treat you. I see now that they were never really true friends. They're just inconsiderate jerks that like picking on people different than them."
"Exactly. Harry, it's fine. You were never the one I had the problem with. You never said anything to me. It was everyone else that you hung out with. They were nothing but rude to me."
I've never felt closer to someone than I do to Harry right now. I finally got him to open up to me of all people. After all of these years, I never thought I'd be the one person he'd open up to. Heck, I never even thought he'd be one to come out as gay. I usually have a good idea of what guys could possibly be gay and, honestly, I'm usually right. But, this time, I was apparently way off.
I hold Harry close until he's done crying. Some people say I'm way to compassionate and soft. I don't see it. I just tend to comfort people when I feel they need it most. That doesn't make me soft, does it? That's not bad, right? Ah well, I don't think it's a bad thing to be nice as long as you know where to draw the line. Trust me, Harry's helped me see where the line needs to be drawn and I've definitely been working on that a lot lately.
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Author's note
Comment down below what you think is going to happen next! I hope you guys like it! Sorry that it's so crappy. I haven't written in awhile. So, it's a bit rough.
