Louis' POV:
I walk down the halls barley keeping my eyes open. I'm so tired. I had no sleep last night because I was thinking about Harry and debating with myself whether or not to tell him.
I look up and I see Zayn rush down the hall like he just murdered someone. What if he did? He always beats up Harr- Oh my god HARRY! I run down the hall and stop in my tracks as my eyes take in the limp, listless, bloodied body lying on the cold school grounds. I scream at the sight and run to the younger boy picking him up not caring who sees.
I need to know if he's okay. Is he breathing? I look to his wrists to see his pulse. As I push up his long sleeve to elbow length, I noticed that he cut himself. My baby. Poor soul. Why would my angel do that? Is it because of me?
Tears form around my eyes as I hold Harry's body in my arms once again. I hope he's alright. I need him to be alright. This is all my fault!
I begin to rush him over to the nurses office and watch his long eyelashes begin to flutter open.
"L-louis?" He asks as he tries to move his head up.
"Yes angel?" I choked fixing my eyes on the blood gushing out of his nose.
He smiles and his head goes limp once again which causes me to speed up.
When I get to the nurses office, I hand the little languid Harry to the nurse.
"Oh my! What happened to him?" The nurse commanded putting Harry on the bed and getting tissues to help him with his bloody nose.
"He was beaten up." I gulped kneeling next to the bed where Harrys broken body was placed.
"Who did this this to him?" The nurse roared feeling anger and sorrow for Harry.
I clenched my fists and my face twisted into a scowl. "Zayn. Zayn Malik."
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The nurse told me to get to my next class and that Harry had a broken nose. How could I just leave Harry? I fought with the nurse telling her that I needed to stay there for Harry's sake but she told me that Harry would be fine and that I could visit him later.
But I can't. He'll be awake later and then he'll hate me. Who can blame him though. I hurt him because of his sexuality.
I walked out of the nurses office because I couldn't bear to see Harry that lifeless anymore. I'm really worried about him. He's fragile and beautiful. Like an angel. I want him to be my angel.
I just can't get myself to tell him that I'm the one that's texting him. And what about his wrists? Why does that beautiful boy do that to himself? If it's because of my I will never ever forgive myself. And I think he won't forgive me either.
I glare at a set of lockers across from the nurses office and start to hit them. Hard. My knuckles become all bloody and the lockers are now dented. Where the hell is Zayn? A voice growls in my head as I pull up my shirt sleeves showing off my tattoos.
I huff and stomp down the hallways looking for that ass hole. Then, I spot him.
"Hey Tomlinson! What's up! You should've seen that nerd today I completely beat the-"
He starts but my fist interrupts when I punch him in the face.
He falls to the floor unconscious and I walk away before he can wake up and question me.
Zayn just got me so steamed. Why is he such a homophobic dick head? Harry didn't do shit to him? But Harry didn't do anything to me and I still beat him up.
Poor angel. I want to go see him again. I walk back to the nurses office and peek inside. He's awake and speaking to the nurse. He's so amazing. His slim body is to die for and his eyes look so beautiful today because they match his green sweater he's wearing today. He's breathtaking.
He turns his head from the nurse an looks my way as I quickly move my body to the walls so I'm not seen through the window. My back is pressed up against the wall and I begin to shout.
"Harry Styles I'm in love with you!"
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Harry's POV:
I wake up slightly as I see the boy of my dreams. Louis? What is he doing?
"L-louis" is all that could come out of my mouth as he sympathetically looks at my face.
"Yes Angel?" He quietly chokes out as I smile knowing that this must be a dream and dosed off.
I wake up again but this time Louis is no where to be seen. That dream felt so real. So lifelike. But when I get up from the bed my whole body aches. Now I remember. Zayn beat me up. Nothing new but who brought me here?
I slightly lean forward but I wince from the unbearable pain and fall back down. My nose is killing me. Is it broken?
"N-nurse?" I mutter out as my nose starts to throb.
"Oh my. You're awake Harry! Good! That boy who brought you in here was so worried. He wanted to know if you were alright and everything but don't worry Harry you're going to be just fine. You have a broken nose though you poor boy." The older nurse chattered as Harry wondered about who brought him here to the nurse.
"Did the boy say his name? Do you know why he looks like?" I ask quietly to the kind old lady.
"Yes. He had brown hair and blue eyes he was tall but not too tall. He was so sweet and so worried about you. I've never seen him in here before though. You're a lucky boy Harry to have someone love you like that." She continued. I feel my face redden as she went on about the person who brought me here. It's the same description of the boy who is texting me.
I get up and try to ignore the pain as my whole body aches. I suddenly look out the window of the nurses office and see two blue eyes staring back at me. I look away for a second and when I look back they are gone.
I hear a buzz from my phone that was in my front pocket. I take it out and notice. That he's texting me again.
Unknown: Are you okay? I hate Zayn so much for doing that to you.
Me: it's alright. I'm used to it.
Unknown: you shouldn't be that's not right. He shouldn't hurt you like that.
Me: it's alright. I'm fine. I'm going to go to my next class now. I just need to watch out. That's all.
Unknown: You're so brave. I admire that about you Harry. You are my brave little angel.
I gush at his compliment and get my stuff together as I get ready to get to my next class. I forgot that my next period class is Language Arts and I will be taking it with the older kids because I excelled so much in the regular course they switched me out and put me in the higher class.
Today is my first day and in this class and I'm going to be late. Wow great first impression Harry.
I rush down the halls and find the room I need to be in. I open the door and I am welcomed with a blue eyed beauty sitting in the first desk smiling a teethy smile. I stop in my tracks as he looks up at me and mouths the word:
"Angel"
