Abandoned (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Harry remembered when he was eleven years old.

It was only a couple of years ago, not too long.

But it was something specific about him being eleven.

It was the first time he'd thought about something for a long time.

Love.

The first time he admitted something. He remembered it as if it were yesterday. Still living in the woods...and the boys were a lot closer to each other then. And carefree Niall was still eating. Harry remembered Liam's longing gazes. The emotion and love in his eyes when he looked at Niall...it was unlike anything Harry had ever seen before. That seemed to be gone now. He looked at Caitlyn like that. He hardly even looked at Niall anymore. And Harry hated Liam for that. It hurt Niall so much.

Yet still Harry loved Liam just as much. He was the first person Harry found. He was the first person that understood his...predicament. Harry thought every night. Liam was so close to him then, was that only a memory? He didn't know.

A lot can change in a year.

He remembered sitting by the lake with Liam when Harry told him that he was possibly gay and in love with Louis. And how Liam was supportive, and told him how he was in love with Niall. They helped each other, and Harry missed that. Where was the old Liam when Harry was getting beat up? Where was the old Liam when Harry was getting tormented?

He was gone.

And Harry knew it.

But he pretended he was still there.

Harry was glad he met Ed, because maybe he could be his new Liam. He knew that he was a great friend when he wrote a song for a boy he hadn't even met (Niall). As the day droned on, Harry learned more of Ed's qualities.

"Yo, Ginger!" an older boy called as Harry walked down the hall with Ed to their next class, Choir.

Ed stopped abruptly. He hadn't told anyone, but he got called that name every day, even at his old school. His face become flushed with not only anger, but embarrassment.

"Um, WHAT did you just call him?!" Harry shrieked, looking up at the jerk and trying his best not to cower in fear. He wanted to defend his new friend.

"Oh look mate," he cackled, elbowing his friend standing next to him, "it's the Fag Bag!"

Now it was Ed's turn to scream. "WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM?!" He yelled in anger.

This time, the boys began backing up, slightly startled because Ed had screamed loud enough that everyone in the whole school could hear him.

"Erm, we addressed him by his full name," one of the taller boys said.

"No!" Ed yelled. "His full name is Harry Edward Styles."

"Um...?" the other boy muttered.

"That's his name. From now on, address him as Harry, not...not Fag Bag," Ed instructed.

One boy looked scared, but the other just smirked. "And what'll you do if we don't, Ginger?" the scared boy immediately laughed.

And then Harry heard a cracking sound. A loud one, echoing throughout the hallways. He didn't know what it came from, he was caught up in the midst of things. Then he knew what it was when he found himself being thrown against a locker, a red hand mark on his tormentor's cheek. Harry wondered if that was from his own hand.

Harry carefully rubbed the back of his head and got back up to attack the boy again, when Ed grabbed his arm.

"Harry, don't even waste your time with these IDIOTS," he whispered, emphasizing the word "idiots".