Cherry Bomb [h.s]

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TW: panic attack, mentions of abuse

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3rd person pov

The halls of  Linfield Boys' School were more rowdy than usual. With the impending Winter Formal with Kensington School for Girls, and the Winter break coming up soon, everyone was scrambling to buy tickets and make plans for holiday. 

Harry sighed as he tried to make it to class on time, having to cut through the line of  people waiting to buy tickets to the dance. He gripped his books tightly and tried to make himself smaller so as not to attract attention. 

A hard body slammed into Harry, causing him to drop his books and papers. 

"Watch where you're going, Styles," Warren taunted, and Harry glared but didn't say anything. 

Harry was very tall and muscular for a 14 year old, but Warren was 3 years older, and much bigger. He didn't want to mess with him if he could avoid it. 

Harry bent down to pick up his things, but when he reached for his papers, Warren placed his foot on top of them to hold them down. 

"What's this?" He raised his brows and looked down at the paper, seeing that it was sheet music, "I didn't know you played piano, Styles."

"Can I have it back, please?" Harry seethed, and tried pulling at the paper, but it wouldn't budge without possibly ripping. 

Warren shrugged and grabbed the sheet himself, "You want it back?" he asked. 

"Yes," Harry tried grabbing for the paper, but Warren pulled it out of the way. 

Then, Warren gripped the music with both hands and ripped it in half, then tore it apart again and again as Harry watched. He dropped the many pieces all over the floor. 

"There," he said, "You can have it back now." 

Harry's nostrils flared as he looked at Warren with fire in his eyes. He clenched his fists so tight that his knuckles were turning white. He had to try extremely hard to stay frozen in place. 

"I'll fucking-" 

"What?" Warren interrupted, "What are you going to do? Fall on the floor and shake again, freak?" 

Suddenly, all Harry could see was pure white fury, and could no longer hold himself back. Before he knew it, he had Warren shoved up against the wall. 

By now, a crowd had formed around them. Everyone was always interested in a good fight, especially when it was between the quiet kid and a prefect. 

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Harry asked, his tone a warning signal. 

"I said 'What are you going to do?'," Warren challenged, "Freak." 

Harry pulled his fist back and was about to pummel Warren to a crisp, but a voice stopped him. 

"Harry," Mrs. Kelly said, and Harry looked over to where she stood in the doorway of the music room.