Harry's POV:
I am standing in the doorway wide eyed at Louis. I shake my head knowing that it was probably an illusion and that I'm imagining him say that.
My attention turns to the teacher as I give her the pass from the nurse.
"Oh a new face! What is your name?" The teacher bubbled taking the pass from me and flashing a smile my way.
"My n-name is H-Harry Styles" I stutter in almost a whisper glancing at the other students snickering and laughing at me.
"Well I'm Mrs. Kennedy your new English teacher welcome to my class." She greets clapping her hands together in excitement.
"You," she starts pointing at me with her newly manicured fingers, "will be sitting next to Mr. Tomlinson." She points to the empty desk next to the beautiful lad that I can't keep my eyes off of.
I nod and rush to my new seat. I am almost certain I saw Louis tense up. Why would he? He's the one who hurts me.
I sit down and keep my head down not trying to look up at anyone. If I look up, then I get beaten. Simple as that.
"Pssst." I hear coming from the right of me. I ignore it, not moving my head from the desk.
"Harry" I hear a whisper and feel a tap on my shoulder. I wince and squint my eyes hoping that if this person wants to hurt me, they should do it fast so I can get it over with.
I finally move my head and my eyes interlock with the piercing blue eyes gazing at me.
"I saw what Zayn did to you today," he whispers and leans closer to me almost breathing down my neck. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him in time."
My face turns a dark red feeling his breath travel down my spine which made my hair stick up on my skin.
His lips are so close to my ear as he whispers so softly:
"I'm so sorry angel."
I feel a sudden shiver throughout my body. Is this real? A dream? Is this from the medication the nurses gave me? Before I had time to answer the question Mrs. Kennedy interrupted my thoughts.
"Well if you like to talk so much to our new student Mr. Tomlinson, then maybe you won't mind if he was your partner for the take home project?"
The teacher scolded Louis as my heart flew right out of my chest leaving me breathless.
Is she serious?
"Are you serious?" Louis asked the teacher reading my mind. He didn't look happy or upset. He was neutral.
"Yes. 100%. Maybe it will show you not to talk when I am speaking." She huffed as she moved on with her lesson.
Louis and I are going to work on a project together!! Oh no. Louis and I are going to work on a project together. What if he beats me up. What if he tries to kill me? I will be all alone and I will have no one to call for help.
"What's the project about?" Louis blurts out as the teacher turns to him showing the whole class how much Louis annoys her.
"There's a thing called raising your Hand Louis!" She admonishes him as she takes a stack of papers off her desk.
"Before I was rudely interrupted," Mrs. Kennedy scoffs glaring at Louis as the whole class begins to laugh. "You and one other person will be given a topic like sympathy or anger and will be making a song out of it to present to the class. You need one song for each partnership and there will be a two page explanation and annotation on the meaning of the lyrics. I expect this to be very well thought out and very neat. I will be picking your partners and will be giving your groups topics." Mrs. Kennedy says handing out the rubrics for the project to every student.
"Everyone come up to me. I will tell you your partner and what topic you have." She stated sitting on top of her desk holding a clipboard in her right hand.
"Niall and Kiley. You're topic is depression."
"Louis. As you know you will have Harry as your partner now. Your topic is love."
I feel his eyes beat down on me but I keep my head down like I always do.
"Love." Louis repeats out loud in a low whisper which I guess I could only hear.
"Love." I whisper even quieter than Louis.
I suddenly feel a shadow casting over me and the person in front of me kneels down to try to see me face to face.
It's Louis.
"So... Umm you want to work on it at my house tomorrow? If not what ever time that's good for you will work for me."
He nervously asks me his face redder than a firetruck. Why is he nervous? He hates me. He's probably going to beat me up when I get to his house anyway. Well at least I can get it over with.
/\/\/\/\
"Hey Harry!" I hear a now familiar sound come from behind me.
"Hey Liam! What's up?" I ask turning around to see the smiling boy.
"Nothing much. But I want to know about your boyfriend." Liam giggles and I blush at the sound of boyfriend and how it directs to Louis.
"He's not my boyfriend. He's not even a friend." I sigh staring at my lunch suddenly feeling nauseous.
Liam looks at me with sad puppy dog eyes as he continues with his story.
"Well apparently, He knocked out Zayn Malik this morning for no reasoning at all. After Zayn woke up in the nurses office for being unconscious for 2 hours, he said that all he told Louis is that he gave someone a pounding this morning and then Louis just BAM!" Liam finished as he ending his story with a bam. Literally.
Do you think Zayn was talking about me? Did Louis hurt him because of me? Hahaah. I make myself laugh sometimes. Of course Louis didn't do that because of me. He hates me.
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I finally get home from another long day of interminable work and bullies and whatnot.
I climb up the stairs and take out my homework. Then, like usual, I get a text from the unknown number.
Unknown: Hey Harry! Are you feeling better? How's your nose?
Me: How did you know my nose hurt?
Unknown: The nurses told me when I dropped you off there. I'm trying to keep my distance from you Im really trying but I'm just trying to protect you Harry.
It's really nice that he's trying to protect me but I don't even know who this person is. And I won't always have him anyway.
Me: I appreciate it but I can protect myself
Unknown: Have I ever told you how cute you are?
Why is he so random? I think to myself but my face automatically blushes.
Me: what?
Unknown: You're so adorable sometimes. In real life and when we text. I just want to wrap my arms around you and kiss you on your temple and you probably flash a beautiful smile that I barely see anymore.
I smile a toothless smile at the text forgetting that this stranger isn't here to see it. But he's not a stranger. He's a friend. Even though I might not know who he is, I still enjoy his comfort and love.
Unknown: Harry later this week I'm going to tell you who I am okay? Please please please don't hate me! I really like you but I have been keeping it on the inside. Unconditionally.
Me: Thank you so much! I can't wait to find out who you are!
Unknown: Just you wait You beautiful boy. If you hate me I just want you to know that I really do like you. So fucking much. You will always be in my heart.
