My Bully's Brother

15

At lunch the next day, Harry is squirming.

He's anxious, stressed and tensed all at the same time. He's anxious because he hasn't seen Will since the incident on Saturday, he's stressed because he now has to do a speech with Will that he hasn't even spoke to him about, and he's tense because those things on top of having no sleep at all is a lot to handle.

Harry didn't sleep a wink last night because he was busy replaying the events of yesterday out in his head—trying to decipher what he could've done better that could've avoided the whole confession/rejection thing. He doesn't even know when he'll next see Louis as the speech is done now, he has no excuse to go over to Will's (Louis') house at all.

Harry hopes more than anything that yesterday wasn't the end.

Harry is currently moping around as he sits alone in the cafeteria, playing with his food that he's hardly touched. He's not sitting alone because he chose to, it's just that the footballers are having a team chat about yesterday's game with the coach and Niall is busy waiting for Liam so they can go over their speech.

So Harry is sitting by himself with nothing but his own thoughts for company—another thing to add to how bad this day can get.

Harry decides to occupy his time by getting his phone out but he's not sure what to do, he hasn't got any games downloaded and he avoids social media completely because of the constant bullying he receives. He goes on to messages and decides to find out who this unknown number is instead. He types out a quick message.

You: who is this

What Harry doesn't expect is to receive a message back immediately—almost as if this unknown person was waiting for Harry to message them.

Unknown: please don't pretend I don't exist sweetheart, please I'm sorry, I'm trying to sort this out

What the hell?

You: I think you have the wrong number

Harry hopes that this person will get the point now, they are obviously not talking to who they think they are.

Unknown: fine be like that just know I don't want things to change, you're making this choice, not me

Harry rolls his eyes before putting his phone away. This person is obviously having some sort of argument with their partner and Harry thinks he might of just got in the middle of it by accident. Hopefully soon they'll realise that Harry isn't who they think he is and leave him alone. Even so, if this was Harry's partner he would probably forgive them, it's obvious how hard they are trying to fix things.

I wish I had someone like that.

Now Harry's moping again because all he wants is to be held in Louis' arms right now, to be able to kiss him and please him in any way the boy can but he can't. Not until Louis 'sorts some things out'.

Or maybe Harry's being naive and dumb and that was just Louis way of letting him down easy, maybe after this he'll never hear from Louis again. After all, Louis is older and would probably want someone in his age bracket.

Harry sighs sadly and looks down at himself. Today he is wearing a blue, checkered, short skirt with a baby blue, long sleeved cardigan. He also paired it with a subtle pearl necklace and cute, white, frilly socks. He's also wearing white, lace panties underneath but that's only for him to know.