Louis POV:
I know that I have to tell Harry that I'm texting him but I can't get myself to do it. I enjoy the time we spend together texting and I don't want to be the reason for it to end.
Harry will find out its me and he will hate me for what I did to him. I wake up this morning with excitement and anxiety.
Harry will be coming over my house today! I get to see his beautiful, cheeky smile and his sexy body swaying side to side when he walks. His green eyes twinkling and shining with a beautiful nature-like glow and his dimples caving in his cheeks as he smiles. His beautifully tamed hair that is always perfectly in place. How his face turns a dark red when I talk to him. I love how deep and raspy his voice is and I want to hear him say my name again.
I want Harry to be mine
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I get to my English class having my eyes glued to the door so I can see Harry come into class and sit right next to me so I can stare at him.
As I begin to give up, the blue eyed Angel flies through the doorway looking as beautiful as ever. My jaw drops at him as he flashes an award winning smile at the class.
Why is he in such a good mood? Can he tell that I'm blushing and hiding my face in a textbook? I hope not. I look at him again and return to the textbook. Why does this boy make me feel this way?
I put down the textbook and begin to calm down wanting this school day to go fast so that I can spend the night with Harry. No like that! Get your mind out of the gutter! But I wouldn't mind "spending the night" with Harry.
Mrs. Kennedy introduced what we had to do for the project and how it should be based off of real life experiences and boring shit like that.
To be honest I wasn't paying attention to her at all. I was bluntly staring at Harrys beautiful features not being subtle at all. I'm just so infatuated with how he is, who he is, how he talks, what he looks like, what his fun loving personality is like and just everything Harry in general.
Then I realize. Who cares if people give a shit! I'm gay. I like boys. To be more specific, I like boys that have wildly colorful green eyes and brown hair with deep dimples and long curly eyelashes. Also known as Harry Styles. I'm gay and I like Harry Styles.
No one can tell me who to love. No one can force sexuality on me. I can love whoever the hell I want to love. He's perfect and I know I can treat him right. Im falling in love with an old friend again.
I snap out of my daydream and glance at him again.
"Pssst... Harry." I whisper in a soft tone over at the boy biting his lip and listening to every word Mrs. Kennedy says.
He turns his he slightly and when he notices that the voice was coming from me, shock filled his easily readable face.
"Harry are you still going to my house today?" I ask in a low voice as he nods seconds later.
"Do you want me to drive to Ang-ahem Harry?" I cough changing "Angel" to Harry.
Lately, I can't hold in my feelings for him. I have been calling him angel for the past month. He looks like a real angel. Maybe he is.
Even though I want him to be mine, I can see it in his eyes that he still won't forgive me for beating him up and still insulting him. He half smiles timidly like he always does and doesn't make any eye contact.
"Umm..." He starts playing with his fingers. "If that's okay with you... Or I can walk or whatever" he huffed staring at the corner of the room as if it interested him.
"No please I want you to come with me. I'll meet you after the final bell rings and I'll take you to my house." I calmly state freaking out on the inside. Oh my gosh! I can't believe Harry is coming to my house.
I have always dreamed of him meeting my family again and starting over. My family doesn't know about his sexuality and I don't think they knew what I did to him or that he's in my school.
My parents remembered the time when Harry left and I wouldn't eat or sleep. I would cry and cut. I would hurt myself until I realized my feelings for Harry.
I'm falling for Harry and he doesn't even know it.
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The final bell rang at the end of the day and reality hit me. Harry! I hush out the doors and wait on the outside of the building. Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry Harry. My thoughts repeated as I wait patiently outside the double doors of our average sized school.
15 minutes passed and I still stand outside waiting on the boy. He blew me off? I thought he was different. I turn my heel and begin to walk past the bushes that lead to the parking lot of the school.
Why would Harry blow me off like that? Did he have other things to do?
I slumped past the shrubbery and turned the corner to find A horrible sight that I can't erase from my memory.
Harry.
He is being beaten down so brutally the white sidewalk is stained red from his blood.
"So faggot! You have a little crush on Tommo huh? Wanting to be his partner and shit! You want to suck his dick? You are so gay! Stop hitting on straight people you fugly ass cock sucker!"
Zayn screams slamming Harrys face into the cement in more time hearing Harry's somewhat silent yet noticeable whimpers.
I have finally had enough. Enough! Zayn is a complete dick that can't fucking take a hint. He should get the hell out Harrys face.
"Zayn!" I blurt out turning the corner so I could be face to face with him. "Stop hurting this poor boy! So what if he's gay!"
He laughs at me in a sinister and evil way.
"So you're sticking up for the gay fairy boy?" Zayn scoffs kicking Harry in the stomach one more time.
"What happened to you? You were beating him up a few days ago with me Louis." Zayn questioned in complete bewilderment.
"It was an act. For your acceptance. I actually think Harry is really cool and sweet." I sigh and blush but my face drops looking at the boy curled up and coughing up blood on the cold hard ground.
"Now can you just leave him alone?" I ask him with anger bubbling inside of me seeing the damage Zayn did to my angel.
Zayn walks away mumbling curse words while I rush and kneel down next to Harry.
"Angel? Are you alright?" I say whipping the blood off his mouth. His khaki pants are ripped at the knees and his green sweater is now soaked red. His face is bruised and cut. He looks like a lost puppy.
His eyes close and I check his pulse. He still breathing. I say to myself in relief.
He looks so calm when he sleeps. His eyes are shut showing off his long eyelashes and beautiful tan skin. His hair is gelled and parted on the side like everyday and his glasses hug the side of his face like they always do.
I slowly begin to lean in and my lips reach his warm cheek. I pick him up bridal style for the third time this week and whispered in his ear.
"No one will ever hurt you again."
