"Maybe you should talk to him." Louis says.
"I will, just, when I'm ready.." I say.
"Sorry sweetie..I didn't mean to make you cry.." He says softly, catching a tear.
"You didn't.." I say quietly closing my eyes at his touch.
"We're here haz.." He says quietly.
I park up and get out. He pulls me into a tight hug.
"Sorry.." He says quietly. I smile into his neck.
"It's okay boo.." I reply.
LOUIS' POV
I pull away from Harry and wipe away another tear that slips.
"Come on. I have English." I say.
"I've got maths." He sighs.
"Haha poor you." I smirk.
"Why didn't you stay home?" He asks.
"Because Lottie's coming home tomorrow and I can not miss another day or they'll kill me." I say.
"Ah okay." He smiles.
"Ah, Mr Styles." Mr Davis (the head teacher) says.
Harry sighs and turns around.
"Yes?"
"Come with me."
"Why? I have maths, I should go to maths." Harry says turning back around and continuing to walk with me.
"Mr Styles." Sir raises his voice. Harry turns around and folds his arms.
"What?"
"Come with me, now." He says.
"Bye haz, call me later yeh?" I smirk.
"Bye Lou." He says flipping me off as I walk to English. I smirk and turn around.
"Louis? As in Louis Tomlinson?" Sir asks.
I stop in my tracks and turn around.
"Yeh?" I ask.
"Come with me as well." He says turning round. Harry turns to me and sighs. I raise an eyebrow and follow the head with Harry.
We get into his office and sit down.
"First off, Mr Styles, why haven't you been going to your councillor appointments?" He asks. I turn to Harry and raise my eyebrow. He sighs and shakes his head.
"Because I don't want to."
"Why not?"
"I don't like him." He says.
"You've only been once." Sir says.
"He's homophobic." Harry snaps. My eyes widen and my mouth forms an 'O'.
"You're gay?" Sir asks. Harry nods slowly and glances at me.
"Well..you'll have to see him again, and I'll be contacting your parents to let them know you have to attend."
"Please..don't.." He begs. His features turning from angry to worried and scared.
"I have to. If you're not going then I'll have to tell your parents."
"God no..please no.." He begs quietly.
"Harry, why don't you want your parents to know?" Sir asks.
"Please..don't tell them.." He pleads.
"Why?"
"JUST DONT!" He yells, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Haz.." I whisper. He turns to me and burries his head in my neck.
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