Stay With Me (Larry Fanfic)

Chapter 19:

Louis POV:
I've been trying to reach Harry all day and talk to him. I mean, I feel so bad that Zayn beat him up and he isn't getting help or even telling the principal about it. I would have.

As soon as the bell rings during my last class, I burst out of the room, eager to find Harry.

I look all around, there's no sign of him. Then I remember he walks home!

I go downstairs and out the gates to the school. And there he is. I can tell by the way his curls bounce softly as he walks. I love those curls.

I run up behind him, "Harry! Harry wait" I call to him.

Harry turns around and sees me running after him. He almost jumps five feet and he starts running full speed.

"Damn it, Harry!" I yell at him and I run faster. Thankfully I play football which involves running. Lots of running.

I speed up and am so close behind him but, sadly he is also a great runner.

"Harry, wait! I want to talk! Why are you avoiding me?!" I yell after him.

A car pulls over next to Harry and Harry gets in before it speeds away.

What the hell?

"Louis! Chasing after his boyfriend huh?!" asks some idiots driving by in a car.

I flick them off and they slam on the brakes. Shit.

I stop to a standstill and wait for their next move. The white tail lights go on, indication they are backing up.

The car comes rushing backwards at full speed towards me. Shit. Again.

I turn around and sprint back to the school. I'm not as fast as I should be considering I just ran almost the length of a football field to Harry. Now I have to retrace those same steps.

"Why you running, Lover Boy?!" they joke and snicker.

As they get closer, they stop the car and a few guys hop out. I look over my shoulder and see them grabbing... Is that? Golf clubs?

They are chasing closer to the school, holding the golf clubs high in the air, "We're coming, Louis Tomlinson!" one says angrily.

I run out towards the football field, trying to wear them out. But they don't. Who knew someone could be so mad over a finger.

I run behind the concession stands and I realize that I made a big mistake.

"Ha!" says one of the guys, who I recognize from one of my classes to be named Jarred.

"Trapped now, Fag" laughs a boy named Manuel.

Another boy, named Scott stands there grinning with his messed up teeth.

I scoot against the wall as if somehow I would go through it to escape these phsycos.

"What's your problems, mates?" I ask curious on why the so badly want to hurt me.

"He doesn't get it" says Jarred, "Because, you fucking dip shit-"

"That's original" I mutter, cutting him off.

"The hell did you say?!" asks Scott in his stupid American accent.

"Scott! I can talk!" snaps Jarred. He turns to look at me and grins wildly, "The hell did you say?" he says, reappearing Scott's initial question.

"I said that you guys are retarded. Come up with something better than dip shit because if you're trying to scare me, I'm not scared. No one is. Unless people are scared of ten year olds, then no, no one is scared of you" I inform him.

"See how much you're scared of this!" says Jarred and he swings the golf club at my legs.

My knees buckle and I fall hard. He got the back of my thigh. I yell in pain.

"Shut up, faggot" barks Manuel and he brings down the club hard on my back causing me to double over in pain.

"Why?" I manage to squeak out.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted: in case you didn't know, we are all on the wrestling team. No one likes wrestling. You know what people like? Football... We figured we would wait until you gave us the reason to beat the hell out of you so you can't play. You're the captain. You're the star. If you're gone. All your fans will come to us. Wrestling" he says, as if this is a plan for world domination.

I groan in pain, "I'll quite" I say in pain.

"What? You'll quite. Just like that?" asks Manuel.

I nod, "Just stop beating me up, please" I beg them.

"Fine, but to believe you, we want you to quite tonight and I want to see you quite, got it?!" asks Jarred.

I nod, "Fine just please, stop" I beg.

"Alright, now get up and go quite" says Scott.

I groan and try to stand up. I cough and blood comes out, "Oh no" I mutter.

The gang looks down at me, "Ew! What the hell!?" asks Scott stupidly.

"You fools, you beat me up with golf clubs, I could have died" I say angrily.

"Let's go, Jarred. I don't want to get in trouble for this" says Manuel.

"Don't worry, Louis won't tell, right?"

I nod, "I won't" I lie.

"Good, but before we go..." says Jarred. He pushes me once I finally stand up after a long struggle and he pushes me hard against the wall.

I fall to the ground and crumple up as pain shoots down my back.

"Take your kick" says Jarred to Manuel. He takes his golf club and raises it above his head and I brace myself.

"Woah!" says Jarred grabbing the club before it's made contact with me, "We're teaching him a lesson. Not killing him. Kick and punch. Not golf clubs."

Manuel nods and smiles before kicking me in the stomach. I groan.

"And Scott" says Jarred, gesturing to me.

"Sorry mate" says Scott, not really sorry, "Maybe I can be on the team" he smirks. He positions himself and kicks me square on the face. I hear a crack and my nose starts bleeding.

They all snicker and run away taking their clubs with them. I lay there helplessly, bleeding and hurt. I cant move.

My back hurts. My leg hurts. My face hurts. I am bleeding. Loosing lots of blood. World spinning.

"Louis?!"