His fear

3. Not To Plan

It's 4:13 and Harry is waiting outside the library waiting for Louis. He's leaning against the wall with his phone in hand deciding whether or not to text Louis, he doesn't want to annoy him so decides against it and puts his phone back in his pocket and mutters to himself, "Where are you, Lou?"

A boy in Harry's class, named Mark spots Harry and walks over to him, two of his friends are by his side, he smirks, "Oh, look what we have, Harry Styles all on his lonesome, what are you doing Styles? Waiting for your boyfriend are we?" His friends laugh and Mark steps closer to him.

Harry becomes intimidated and frightened and he stutters, "Em, n-no I'm just waiting for Louis."

Mark steps closer to Harry, near enough forehead to forehead with him, he cackles, "Is he like you? Have you bummed him yet?" Mark grabs two fistfuls of Harrys flannel, Harry whimpers which gets returned with a head butt from Mark, Harry smacks the back of his head on the wall behind him, his nose pouring out with blood, "You lot are disgusting."

Harry's eyes become blurry with tears, his whole body is shaking uncontrollably, he whispers, "Please, stop."

Mark smirks devilishly, "Stop being such a fucking wimp, Styles," Mark releases Harry unexpectedly, he falls to the floor and whimpers. Mark puts his hand into a fist, throws a punch at Harry, Marks friends run off, Mark smirks, says coldly, "You're a loser."

Harry cries out in pain, Mark throws another punch, Harry shouts, "Stop!"

Louis is at the end of the corridor from Harry when he hears an echo of cries and punches being thrown when he realises that Harry is waiting for him down that end of the corridor, Louis picks up his walking pace to a jog and he whispers to himself, "No that can't be Harry, no, no, no!"

When Louis turns a corner he sees Mark beating Harry up. Louis starts to sprint and when he gets to the two boys he sees that Harry has his eyes closed shut.

Louis grabs a fistful of the back of Marks jacket and he yanks him away from Harry and he throws him on the floor.

By this point Louis' furious, his face is red with anger and he is breathing heavily. He punches Mark a couple of times in the face and then kicks him in the ribs and says with gritted teeth, "Stay the fuck away from him, you bastard!"

Mark whimpers and covers his face with his hands trying to protect himself.

Harry recognises Louis' voice and he shoots his eyes open and he's shaking with fear, he pulls his knees to his chest and whimpers, "Louis, stop. You're better than him."

When Louis hears Harry he immediately stops what he's doing, he looks down at his knuckles and sees that they're cut open and bloody, he turns round and rushes over towards Harry and kneels down to his height, "Fuck, I'm so, so sorry Harry, this is all my fault, I should have been here on time."

Louis sees Harry's tear stained cheeks and catches a falling tear with his thumb, "The school nurse would have gone home already. We can clean you up at my house, do you think you can walk for me, love?" Louis asks and Harry nods his head and stands up with Louis helping the younger, yet taller boy keep his balance by wrapping his arm around his waist and they both start the slow walk to the car park.

"Soccer practise ended late, for fuck sake, I should have just left early to meet you." Louis says, he then notices Harry shivering and he takes his jacket off and wraps it around his shoulders.

Harry smiles at the gesture and pulls the jacket closer to his body and smiles at the scent of Louis, "You shouldn't have done that, Louis. You shouldn't have to keep defending me, I don't want you getting hurt because of m-me not being able to stick up for myself," he kicks a rock thats on the ground, "And it isn't your fault, it would have happened sooner or later."