Shield (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

It's been a week so far.

A week of first grade at Doncaster Academy and I hated almost every moment of it.

Almost.

There was only one exception.

Louis.

I'd finally made a friend. It felt nice to have one finally. He wasn't in my class but we had recess and lunch together which was nice. He was rather chatty which I liked. He knew how to keep a conversation going. No matter how random the topic would get he mad it absolutely interesting. He also lived close to me and rode my bus! How amazing is that? On the first day of school my mom picked me up and saw the fresh scrapes on my hands on legs and a slight bruise on my jaw where the fat boy had hit me. I realized I couldn't lie to mum with the evidence all over and the fact that I was a bad liar when it came to her, I told her what happened , and she called the school immediately. I heard her yelling into the phone from all the way upstairs, and had a meeting with the principle the next day. I've told my mum about the things people had said to me back in Cheshire, and the meetings there were simple, she was more calm and always found a way to cheer me up but, when I'd said someone hit me, she went completely mad. I'd never seen my mom so mad before it actually scared me. And if that wasn't bad, she nearly exploded with rage when she saw what they did to Boo. Her eyes were wet and filled with rage as she screamed " Those stupid little bastards, wait till I go down there and beat there little arses. Hit my child like that..," she continued to say through gritted teeth as she dialed the school on the phone, smashing the buttons down. I didn't want her to go down to my school and make things worse! I ran upstairs to my room and shut the door. I could still here mum downstairs, still raging into the speaker. All I could make out was " yes one of your little brats HIT my son....his first day...file a lawsuit ...do something about it or I'll go down to the school personally and do something myself and trust me, you DONT want to do that so I suggest you make sure it NEVER happens again!"

and that was the end of the phone call. A few tears fell from my eyes as I heard mum come up the stairs. She knocked on the door quietly.

I let out a cracked "come in" and she slowly open the creaking door. Her facial expression was calm but she was still shaking a bit from anger. She swept the hair out of her face and sat down on the edge of my small bed. She knew I was scared.

"im sorry if I scared you Harry, but you just wouldn't understand a mothers concern for her child, and the way they--- I --- feel when their child gets abused, especially physically." she explained as calm and gentle as possible. I simply nodded and she went on.

" I'm also sorry for telling you that things would be ok, when they weren't. I'm sorry for not thinking about YOU more and how you feel about some things , like your father leaving us. I know your strong but I could've paid more attention to you and how you felt. I really did think, moving away from would help you but I was wrong again. This should've never happened to you Harry, the world can be so mean to the people who don't deserve it. I promise they won't get away with this sweetheart. Does anything hurt?"

I shrugged "no, not really" I fiddled with my hands "is there anyway you can fix Boo?"

she bit her lip and shook her head.

"no. Honey I'm so sorry. The rip on his head is beyond my sewing skills".

"oh" was all I could say. She pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back. "i love you so much".

"i love you too". she pulled back and kissed my cheek.

Before she left my room I mumbled " I made a friend today".

She froze and turned to look at me, a smile tugging at her lips. "really? that's great honey! what's his name?"

"Louis"

"that's great news! I'm happy you made a friend ". she forced a big smile. I could tell she was still mad about the fight. Well...it wasn't really much of a fight since I wasn't actual competition.

*~~~~~~~~~~*

The boys that had beat me up had been moved to another class. My mom argued with the principle saying that wasn't good enough but stopped when she realized that's the best she was gonna get. I was ok with that. A different class meant a different lunch and recess time, and they haven't touched me since. Every day me and Louis got more and more close. I learned that he didn't have any friends either , and I had actually been his first. Also he had a mom named Jay, and his parents were separated too. He had a thing for stripes and TOMS and loved carrots. This is one strange little boy. But strange in a good way. One Friday during recess we isolated ourselves from everyone and went to one of the empty fields.

"When's your birthday"? I asked him.

"december 24th".

my head snapped in his direction.

"your birthday is the day before Christmas ?!?! That's so cool"! I said

"What's so cool about it"? was he seriously asking me this question?

"erm duh! you get twice as many presents! plus Santa is probably extra sure to give you more toys since its your birthday. right"?

he shrugged " yah I guess that's pretty cool".

"Of course it is! hey what did your mum say about the sleepover tomorrow "?

"She's ok with it, but I have to clean my room". he groaned. One chore? What was so bad about that?

"That's it? just cleaning your room? That's not a lot".

"It is if your as messy as me".

"Well clean it! I really want you to come over"! I yelled in excitement. I've never had a friend sleepover at my house before. I was more happy then I probably should be but ..whatever.

"ok ok"!, he held up his hands in defense.

we walked in silence for a while before he ,out of no where, abruptly slapped my shoulder.

"ow! what was that for?" I said rubbing my shoulder. He laughed and said "Tag your it!" before running away. I chased after him, but I couldn't stop laughing. The way he ran though ...it was just so amusing, which made me slow down and him being far ahead of me. Looking back at me with a confused expression.

"watchu laughing at"?

"your ..run..oh my..god!!" I said between laughs collapsing on the ground. He looked offended.

"what's wrong with my running?" he said walking back towards me.

" do you have to ask? have you not seen yourself?!"

He considered it for a moment then started running in super slow motion, while looking over his shoulder down at his own legs and feet.

"i see nothing wrong with the way I run. you're just faking cause you can't catch the mighty Tommo Tomlinson!" he shouted looking down at me on the ground.

My ribs ached and I finally stopped laughing "yah ok. that's it". I said sarcastically.

He laid down on the ground next to me and we looked at the sky. I have the awesomest friend on the planet.

AUTHORS NOTE: idk about y'all but I like mama bear Anne ;) lol this chapter wasn't the best but I thought it was cute :3