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CHAPTER THREE
HARRY
„I hate her so fucking much." I repeated, talking to myself while walking along the hallway as I suddenly bumbed into Louis.
„Hey!" He spat at me reflexively and looked up at me angry.
„I'm sorry!" I quickly mumbled, running a hand through my curls.
He slightly shook his head a bit.
„Better look out where you are going."
I nodded a bit. „Yeah, I'm really sorry."
„Stop apologizing." He suddenly squezzed his eyes shut, stressed.
„I- Yeah, okay. Sure. Sorry."
I bite my lip.
„We have PE now, don't we?" Louis then asked me.
I nodded. „Yeah. I forgot my sport bag."
„Me too. Guess we're both fucked then."
„Yeah. Seems to be so."
Louis shouldered his bag. „Can we maybe like...walk together?"
He seemed to be scared of something and was looking around nervously.
„Yeah sure." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
Louis nodded a bit. „Thank you."
We silently walked to over to the changing rooms as a few guys crossed us.
I didn't really notice them at first.
But I could feel Louis tensing up next to me and when they bumbed into him -on purpose- so that he tripped, I quickly reached out to grab his arm and to stop him from falling.
„Hey! What the fuck was that?!" I asked the guys, hissing.
They were in the grade above us.
„Oh, Little Louis got himself a protecter I see." The one with the red baseball jacket laughed.
I knew him.
Everybody knew him.
He was the captain of the soccer team.
I knew him too well already.
„Cooper." I growled.
„Styles." He chuggled and looked up and down on me.
„Long time no see. And now you're protecting little Louis here? Impressive."
I tensed at his words. „Don't call him little."
„He is small and weak, you can't pretend he isn't, Styles."
Ryan shook his head, smiling.
Louis let out a whine as one of Ryans asshole friends grabbed his arm.
