Just the start [Larry, Ziam,]

Chapter 2

    Louis and Liam looked at each other in amazement. That’s the most feeling they’ve ever seen Harry express. Louis stood up and slowly walked to Harry. "Everything you said, I don’t think any of that is true.... although maybe you’re just a little bit of a jerk sometimes..." Louis sat across from him. “You actually care. I didn’t think you did. I’m not going to lie, I really didn't think you did. But you do and I’d rather have you yelling at me because you care about something than harassing me." Louis took a breath and looked at him.

    Harry looked up as well and blinked a few times. He didn't want Louis to like him. He couldn't let it happen. He'd never had a friend and if Louis liked him it could only end badly. Because Harry was a freak; he'd been told that on numerous occasions. "But, I’m a freak." He growled, looking Louis up and down. He finally ripped the book.

    "You shouldn't tear books, Harry. That's school property," Blondie mumbled and Harry rolled his eyes, chucking the book at him. Niall barely dodged it.

    "You're right. It is. But I'm a criminal, remember?" He said and the blonde shut up.

"You are not a freak. You’re misjudged that’s all you are. Misjudged. And a criminal? Really? You hardly looked like you wanted to rip that. I’m going to tell you that you aren’t a freak until you believe me, alright?" Louis said, looking at him desperately."But, I guess if you really wanted me to, I'll shut up and won’t talk the rest of the day," Louis whispered.  

    Harry frowned. "I don't understand you," he mumbled. "One minute, you hate my guts, you call me worthless and you get angry at me, and the next minute you're telling me I'm not a freak and that I'm misjudged. But why would I believe you over everyone else? Over my parents? Over the school?" Harry sighed, "I am a freak, there’s no other way to look at it." He rolled his eyes. "You think I'm a freak, don't you sporto?" He asked, already knowing the answer would be yes. If Liam said no, he would be lying because he'd told Harry how much of a freak he was on many different occasions.

    Liam sighed in defeat, feeling Louis stare at him. “Yes. To people, you are to a freak. Because you don’t let people see the real you." Louis sighed as well. He knew Harry would say some shit about that.

   Harry flinched at Liam's words. "I asked what you think, sporto, not what people think. I know they all think I'm a freak." Then Louis started to talk. “I said all that to you because you were harassing me. And pissing me off. A person can't deal with that...." he trailed off knowing that Harry had to deal with that all the time. "Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize," he whispered.

    Harry turned to Louis and his jaw dropped, "You fucking prick!" He growled, "You're being kind to me just so that I don't 'harass' you! Fuck you!" He shouted, "Don't even..." He trailed off and groaned. Then he shook his head, his curls bouncing around, and jumped off the table he was sitting on. He pushed past Louis, walked up to Zayn, sat down next to the boy and silently watched him draw.

Louis sighed and sat down in the seat, hands shaking because he gets slightly afraid when people yell. He put his head down on the desk, breathing fast and teary eyed, because he knew how Harry felt when people said shit to him.

    Liam sighed, too, and sat down. The tension in the air was so bad that nobody wanted to say anything.

    After about a minute of silence, Zayn growled. "Fuck.” Niall, who was chewing his nails nervously, was now staring at him wide eyed, but Harry’s face remained blank and emotionless, even though Zayn could see him biting back tears. "I'm not going to put up with you guys being pissed at each other and then being quiet. Either get up and get over it or go back to being rude little pricks. The tension is unbelievable and you're making it hard to draw!" Niall, who had been scared the whole time Zayn was talking, giggled. That caught Harry’s attention. "What are you laughing at, Horan?" Zayn growled.