365 Letters To You || Larry Stylinson

|Chap. 6|

💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

January 28, 11:34 a.m.

I walk down the hall, books in my hand and heading for my next class. The teacher let the class out a couple seconds before the bell. As of now I have the hall to myself, maybe I can make it to the second floor without him catching me.

I scurry down the hall as quickly as possible, there's students waiting at the classroom doors impatiently for the bell to ring. They're all staring. The bell finally dings and I turn the corner where my locker is and my heart starts pumping faster. He's there. Standing there right in front of my locker, leaning against it. He's been waiting for me. I just know it. I think about just heading upstairs to my class. But I need my book.

Damnit.

I take a breath and walk over. He and his friends turn to me, smirks on their faces. I sigh, stepping between all of them and standing in front of Lance; my bully since the year started.

"Can you please move?" I ask politely, looking him in the eyes. He just glares at me, his green-ish-gray-ish eyes narrowed. His hair is spiked up as usual and he's wearing his shark tooth necklace.

"Where've you been, Harold?" He says, the smile on his face suggesting humour.

"Please move." I beg. I could really deal without confrontation in the state I'm in.

"I heard you were in the hospital." He grins, pressing his hand against my chest and pushing me backwards.

"Stop it." I mumble, looking down. He steps closer, making me back away.

"I just want to get in my locker!" I yell, as his friend steps in front of my locker. I only have five minutes to get to class. Four now.

"Move!" I yell, pushing his friend so I could get to my locker. Suddenly I'm grabbed by my arm, my back forced against the locker.

"You think you're tough now, Styles. I'll put you back in the hospital." Lance growls in my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut and feel a fist slam into my cheek. I let out a loud groan, stumbling to the floor, gripping my cheek.

"Lance!" I hear a distant shout. Louis. I sigh, sitting up.

"Leave him alone! You mess with him everyday. No one needs you to make their lives miserable." He says, pushing past him and squatting down beside me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, grabbing my hand. I just nod at him, standing up slowly. I can't help the tears that are clouding my eyes right now. I am so tired of being picked on everyday. I'm tired of people looking at me weird. I am tired of feeling hurt. I'm just tired.

"Don't cry, love." He whispers to me.

"What the hell is this Tommo? Since when do you care about Cry-Baby here?" Lance says rudely. I shoot him a glare. That's not my name.

Asshole.

"What's it to ya, Lance? Do you get off everyday just knowing that you hurt another kid? You're such a dick." Louis says.

Tommo to the rescue.

"You're not far from one either, slick. I know what you're up to." Lance says. What?

I look back and forth between both boys. They are now standing chest to chest. Lance is significantly much more taller and physically masculine than Louis, but Louis stands his ground, putting on a brave face. What the hell is Lance talking about, though?

"I know what you're doing." Lance says in his face.

"It's none of your business what I'm doing." Louis replies. The questions roll around in my mind. What does Lance know? What is Louis doing? Does it involve me?

"Louis..." I speak, grabbing onto his arm. I am actually terrified. The two boys continue to stare at each other until the bell rings again. Great, I'm late to class.

"Let's go, Harry." He says.

"I'm taking you to the nurse." He grabs my hand and pulls me away. I hear Lance chuckle behind me as I look towards Louis.

"What was that about?" I ask him. He walks quickly down the hall.

"Nothing you need to worry about." He mumbles, dragging me on.

"I wanna know." I say to him.

"I said don't worry about it!" Louis shouts at me. I let out a small gasp at his sudden outburst. I stop walking, looking at him. Louis stops walking as well, staring at me.

"Harry, I'm-" I snatch my hand away from him and walk on. I wipe the tear from my cheek and continue to walk to the nurses office.

He didn't have to yell at me. I just wanted to know what was going on between them. I didn't even know that they talked to each other. I want answers. I don't want to be in the dark about everything, but it's obvious Louis won't say another word about it. Whatever 'it' is.

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🌸{Sorry this is another short chapter. I just really wanted a post in, but I don't think I'll have any time during the day to do so. Thanks to @ApplePaws for making my new cover again! I love it so much! This was unedited so I apologize if you find any mistakes.}🌸