Louis' POV:
Harry and I got increasingly close. Over the long three day weekend, we hung out the entire time. On Monday, I walked up to Harry, ready to walk to class. "Hey look, it's a fag." Harry's friend, Jay, said in a harsh tone. His four friends were taller than me, much taller. I was kinda scared. "Whaddup, homo." Another friend of Harry's said as he slammed me against the locker. "Harry." I managed to say as I got shoved against the locker again. Harry was paying no attention to what was happening. He was talking to this tall skinny blonde. She twirled her hair around her index finger as she blushed, gazing at Harry intensely. That hurt. A lot. "Harry." I pushed past his tall, scary friends and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around. "Yes, Lou?" I took a step back and shook my head, "Nothing. Never mind." Harry shrugged and turned back around, facing the girl. "See ya later, I guess." I whispered as I walked away.
I was kinda hurt by how Harry just ignored me. But whatever, I shrugged it off. But what I can't shrug off are those names I got called. Fag, homo, being shoved around like I'm no one. That hurts.
After school I walked right into my house, up the stairs, and slammed my bedroom door shut. Tears freely falling down my face, I slumped down onto the white fluffy carpet. The door slowly creaked, then swung wide open. Harry stood in the doorway, a tear running down his cheek. "I-I'm" Harry tried to choke out,"sorry the guys were being fuckers to you, Louis." He swallowed hard. "I feel bad that I didn't tell them to stop, tell them that you're my friend." I stood up and wiped my eyes. "You mean they think I'm some random gay boy that follows you around?" Harry's gaze shifted from mine to the carpet and nodded. "Yeah," He sighed. "Do, do you understand how that makes me feel? I'm an embarrassment to you and all your friends. Please, can you leave now, I need to be alone." I said, squinting my eyes closed to keep from crying. Harry did not move. "Please." I rose my voice a little louder. This time he made a move for the door, then stopped in his tracks. "Harry," I began. He sighed and left.
An hour ago, Harry left. I'm a complete mess. My face is pretty much soaked. I don't think I've ever cried this much. "Fag. Homo." Those words ran through my mind like a race car. They don't even know me. How can they judge me?
Harry's POV:
Why is Louis overreacting to the whole I didn't tell my friends about him thing? Like fuck, it's no big deal. I decided to let my friends know right now. I dialed Jay's number. "Hello?" The voice answered. "Hey, it's Harry." I spoke. "Oh hey, what's up?" Jay asked into the phone. "Not much, how about you?" I said. "Same," Jay sighed. I laughed and finally said, "You know that kid you were calling a fag and shit today at school?" My voice was somewhat shaky. To be honest, I'm kinda scared of Jay. He's a foot taller than me and benches more. I know he could pretty much kill me if he was angry with me. "Yeah..." Jay's voice traveled. "Well, he's kinda my friend so please don't pick on him..." I held the phone away from my ear, just in case he started to yell. "Ha, good one bro." He chuckled. "You're really funny. I almost believed you for a second!" I didn't reply right away. "Wait, you're serious?" He asked, tone rising. "Just a bit.." I said lowly. "But he's a nerdy fag." Jay stated. "No, he's my friend. He's really sweet, nice, and funny." I retorted, defending Louis. "Sounds like you're in love with him...Weird." He said. I nearly dropped the phone. That is how it sounded, didn't it? I would never let Jay know that though. "Ha, that's crazy. I was simply stating a few facts to you since you don't know him." I said, voice nervous. "Oh, yeah I'm sure," Jay laughed. "Well I'm going to go, so you don't want me picking on your boyfriend? Got it. Bye!" He cackled into the phone. "He's not my boy-" *click* He already hung up. I scoffed and then tried to call my three other friends. They didn't answer. Oh well.
I texted Louis saying we should hang out right now. He texted back asking why all of a sudden I wanted to hang out with him. Because we're friends? I replied. He didn't answer. Everyone is being rude today, not answering me and shit. Whatever, I'll just go to bed, though it's only 7:30 pm.
Louis' POV:
I stared at my phone screen, wanting to reply with I thought you were embarrassed of me because of what your other friends think of me. But I didn't. I ended up listening to The Fray and drifting off into a deep, peaceful sleep on my carpet.
My phone stopped playing music and for a moment I didn't notice, but then I heard it vibrate and seen I got a text. It was from..Zayn? "Hey!" I read the message out loud to myself. How did he get my number? "Hi..uh..how did you get my number?" I said as I typed that into my phone's keyboard. For a few moments, my room was quiet. Then Zayn replied, What's up? And you gave me your number? Duh. I'm not a creep. I blew air out of my nose in frustration. No I did not. I haven't given my number out to, like, anyone at my new school except Harry. I just left it at that and didn't reply. "Anyway, where was I?" I sighed. I started up my music again and fell back asleep.
Tuesday. "This week could not go any faster." I said, sarcasm filling my voice. Harry laughed at that. "Right?" He said in between giggles. "At least we're graduating in three weeks." I said with a little sigh at the end. "Holy fuck!" Harry yelled. "We ARE graduating soon! I won't miss this hell but then again my high school years weren't that bad. They were drama filled, yeah, but I'll miss the memories." He said, distant look in his eyes. "Yeah, and it sucks that I had to transfer at like the tail end of this senior year. I kinda liked this school...and the people." I said with a smile. Harry didn't catch on, he was still looking out into nowhere. "Do you ever talk or miss the people over at Rivervalley, Louis?" He asked, not turning toward me. Actually ever since I moved here to attend Oakfield, I haven't been thinking of all my friends I had to leave back at Rivervalley. "Well, of course I miss them. My three best friends were there. But no, I don't really talk to them much. Maybe I should give them a call or message saying I miss them , huh?" I asked, a light smile upon my face-though I was suddenly strucken with hurt and guilt that I don't talk to them.
Harry's POV:
I felt bad for Louis. He seemed so drained throughout the day, ever since I mentioned Rivervalley. "Look Lou, I didn't mean to hurt you or make you miss them even more. I was just wondering." I told him at lunch. He looked down at his tray. Only a bag of chips and a water was on it. "It's okay," He sighed. "I know you were just curious." I stared down at my tray. The ravioli, mac and cheese, cookie, and water I had suddenly looked unappetizing. My stomach lurched and jumped. I felt sick. Not to make it any better, Zayn came over and sat to my left. "Hey lads!" He smiled. I looked over at him, eyes sunken, mouth frowning. He looked at me in disgust then looked away. "Harry, you don't look well. Go to the nurse." Zayn finally said. I put my head down on the table, sighing. "I'm fine," My voice was muffled. "No, I'll walk you down to the nurse, really, it's no trouble." Zayn said as he grabbed the arm of my jacket. "I said I'm fine. I'm not leaving," My head shot up from the table, my voice was stern. "Uh, okay. Fine then I guess I'll see ya 'round." He left. My head thudded to the table again.
Louis' POV:
"Harry," I shook Harry. He stirred and groaned. "What's wrong?" My voice was soft. He looked up, not only did he look sickly, he cried a little bit. Dried tears streaked his soft cheeks. "I'm just upset, and I feel sick. I think I should go home." He said, pushing his chair away from the lunch table. He tried standing up, then he collapsed. He lied motionless on the cold tiled cafeteria floor. I stood there, shocked, couldn't move, mouth hanging wide open. A shriek arose from the room."Well are you just going to STAND there?! You fucking nerd, HELP him!" A cheerleader screamed at me. I scrambled to my feet, at Harry's side. I first checked his pulse, pushing my index and middle finger to the middle of Harry's wrist. His heart beat was there, but very slow. I quickly stood up and yelled, "I need the nurse."
