Louis POV:
I look at his forest of beautiful green eyes and watch him shiver out in the cold on his way into our school.
He is so adorable with his little squared glasses and comfy looking sweaters! Ahem... I-I mean. I'm so straight. Girls and shit. Vagina. Was that convincing enough?
Ok. So what? I'm gay. I haven't told anyone because the people in this community hate homosexuals and sadly that's how it is here. I haven't told my parents because they are homophobic jerks and they have been forcing me into a relationship with my "girlfriend" since the 9th grade. The bitch who I finally broke up with a week ago.
I watch him as he makes his way into the school and just I was about to follow him (like I usually do) I hear my friend's voice calling my name.
"Hey wait up!" Zayn says as he jogs over to me.
"Looking at the nerd again. Hahahaha I can't believe you took his number off Niall's phone!" Zayn laughs bumping into me with his shoulder.
On Friday night, when everyone was drunk at Niall's party, my group of friends began to play truth or dare and thinks got interesting.
*flashback*
"LOuIS!! THrUth Or DaRE?" Zayn slurs his words while he's drunk off his ass. We are all sitting in a circle: Zayn, a few other people from school and this new kid who just sat in the far back making no noise whatsoever.
I stare at my red solo cup that is full of water. I hate drinking alcohol. So I put water in a solo cup and pretend to be drunk.
"DaRe!" I yell not risking what he could've asked if I answered with truth.
Zayn laughs and rubs his hands in the comical sinister motion.
"YOu knOW ThAT GaY AsS NErd thAT's So FUCking ANnoYing?"
Zayn giggles and hiccups while he reaches at his cup of beer for another sip.
How could I not know him? He's absolutely stunning and he is so beautiful it hurts my chest just thinking about him. But the way Zayn and everyone at school brings him up always makes my heart drop.
"Yeah why?" I snap annoyed and forgetting to pretend to be drunk.
"Well Niall is his neighbor and probably has his number so I dare you to take gay boy's number out of Niall's phone and text him anonymously. Try to make him fall in love with you. He's so gay and desperate he'll do anything to fall in love." Zayn chuckles at his sick joke and I sneer at how rude he is but my heart flutters just picturing Harry's number in my phone.
Why can't people leave this precious boy alone?
I walk over to Niall who was a little drunk and talking to his girlfriend. I ask him for his phone and fortunately he handed it right over with no questions asked which made me grateful.
I looked in his contacts and when I got to the last names that start with S's I saw Harry Styles. Seeing his perfect name and number flash on the screen was a gift from God. I quickly type his name and number into my phone and rush back to the circle.
"So you have it?" Zayn slurs as he pours another drink and leans into a blonde girl to the right of him. I nod quickly and sit back down.
"Did you text him?" He smirks being a complete dick. He snatches my phone from out of my hands and begins to text him.
My face turns a dark red color from blushing and annoyance. Zayn is a fooking ass crack when he's sober and drunk. What the hell is wrong with him?
"Give me my phone back you dickwad!" I mutter as I snatch my phone back from him. I stare at my screen and my heart leaps seeing the "..." in the bubble. Harry is about to reply to what Zayn already wrote. I roll my eyes looking over at the dumb texts Zayn had written to Harry.
Me ("Zayn): hey babe
Harry <3: wrong number
Me (Zayn): You're Harry right?
Harry <3: Who are you?
Me (Zayn): It's a surprise!
What the hell Zayn? I'm so close to flipping my shit at the bastard. I can't believe him. Just as I'm am about to scream at him he gets up and leaves the room.
Just as he leaves, my phone vibrates in my hand almost causing me to drop it.
Harry <3: if you don't tell me I'm calling the cops.
No! My inner voice screams. I really want Harry to get to know me. I really do like him a lot.
I texted him for the rest of the night and I stroll out of the house to find Zayn kicking and punching a person. I move slightly around the bushes so I am not seen and I notice that the boy Zayn is beating up is Harry. My beautiful Harry bleeding and crying for help.
When I couldn't take anymore of it and was about to jump in, I heard a strong Irish accent screaming on the top of his lungs at Zayn which causes him to stop.
Zayn and Niall begin to yell and fight which causes a distraction and I pick up a knocked out Harry bridal style.
I carry him home in my arms and whisper soft spoken words into his ears even though he couldn't hear me. He is amazingly handsome with his hair all gelled up and his sweaters all nice and neat and his beautiful glasses that, thankfully, wasn't damaged in the fight.
He was so frail, so listless that I stroked my hands through his hair until I reached a modern looking house with a mailbox that read 'Cox' (Harry's stepdad's last name).
The door was opened slightly and that made me relieved but also worried for Harry because someone could've broke in.
I tip toe over to his couch with him lying in my hands and I set him down and watch him squirm until he clutched himself together hugging himself.
"Aweee" I say aloud because Harry looks like he wants to cuddle and I would gladly be his cuddle buddy. I sit on the nearby chair to admire what Harry looks like when he sleeps. His eye lashes are so long and his lips are just so...kissable. When he started to shiver, I got him a blanket and covered him with it.
I got up and turned around one more time to look at a sleeping Harry. I leave the house and I look at the text messages that I sent Harry earlier that night and I wrote in the text box 'My name is Louis Tomlinson and I love you Harry Styles.' But I deleted it right away.
*Flashback ended*
I need Harry in my life so badly. And just so you know, I don't like Harry because he's the only other gay person that I know in school, it's because we have a history. (Which I'll talk to you guys about later)
I strut into the school a few minutes after Zayn and I hear Zayn's gross laughter and yelling from down the hall. I rush over to see what was going on and I see Harry being surrounded by my group of "friends".
I put on my facade and come straight up to Harry's locker. I know the locker number by heart 2202. Besides the point, I slam his locker making sure it doesn't close on his long, slim fingers and he slowly turns around to face me.
"What do you want Louis?" He quietly whispers having his books suck to his body like glue. His eyes don't look at me directly and he frowns at the floor like something on the ground is fascinating him.
He's so adorable. But I bulk up and pretend that I hate him for the acceptance of my peers.
"What's up n-nerd? Y-you're so gay it hurts my e-eyes" I stutter and look down at Harrys shoes. Everyone around a me begins to laugh as if I had told the funniest joke of all time but this feeling makes me sick to my stomach.
Nobody notices me as I place my finger on Harrys chin to make his emerald gems look at me in confusion. And all I say before I leave that hallway is:
"Smile. I like it when you smile"
Chapter dedicated to bravery55
