A Broken Boys Savior (l.s)

Chapter 2

Louis' POV:

Back to hell I go. Walking through the doors I'm still with all of the other guys. Eventually, Zayn, Niall, and Liam leave the opposite way to go to their lockers but Harry sticks with me. He rushes up a little closer to me walking next to me. I ignore this and get to my locker. Harry stops with me. I open my locker but accidentally hit him with my bag a little.
"Oops" He says smiling. 
"Hi" I say still confused. "What do you need?" I ask. 
"A few things. I wanted to apoligize for what happened in the car. I assume you don't like touch so I'll keep that in mind." I nod at him letting him know I heard. "Also, I think that you're beautiful." That's when I turn and look up at him. Damn this man is tall. 
"I'm not" I close my locker still looking up at him. We are really close. But I'm not uncomfortable right now. 
"You are. Let me prove it to you." He says confidently. I turn my head sideways in confusion. 
"Let me take you out. Tonight at 7. I'll pick you up. Leave the rest to me." 
"Okay" I say agreeing. He's attractive. I'm not crushing on him but if I have fun we'll see. 

We start walking to class. All 5 of us are in the same class. I grab Harry's phone out of his hands in the hall and put my number in "Lou <3" He smiles as I walk to my desk. We are all in English class learning Shakespeare or whatever. Zayn and Harry are both on their phones, Niall is sleeping, and me and Liam are paying attention to what the teacher is teaching. I start bouncing my leg in boredom and I start thinking. I start thinking about the help I could get if I talk about whats wrong. If I let down my guard and let all my anxiety show. If I cried would people pay attention to me? Or would I get made fun of? 
"Mr. Styles answer the question." The teacher yells. I look around startled and everyone is looking at me. I shake my head saying that I don't want to. 
"Answer the question. Do as your told." He says.
"No I can't." I whisper. I hate all of this attention. 
"And why cant you answer?" He asks.
"Cause. I cant. Deal with it" I sass back, slumping further in my chair. I look at Zayn for help but he isn't paying attention to me. He knows the less eyes, the best. I look at Harry next but he shrugs not knowing what to do. 
"I told you answer the question. Now do it or you get sent down the the principals. Suspension for 2 days." The teacher explains. I'm done. I'm just done being told what to do by this twat. It's so stupid to get mad over but I'm mad. I push my desk away forcefully causing it to fall over. Harry is wide eyed and concerned. 
"I don't give a fook if I get suspended. My life already sucks horseshit so go ahead. Suspend me. It'll make it easier for all of us. So fook off." I yell. I huff and walk out of the class, slamming the door behind me. 

The second I make it out of the class and into the hall I break down into sobs. I go into the locker room because there is not gym class going on right now. I walk into the  shower area and turn the shower onto a freezing cold temperature and sit under the water. I curl my legs up and hug them rocking under the water. I hear someone enter the room but I don't care. It's probably the principal trying to find me. I close my eyes for some comfort from the bright lights. 

"Lou?" Harry? Whys he here? He should be in class. I open my eyes and there he is. Standing in front of me. I have tears running down my face. I have an emotionless expression. I cant imagine how horrible I look. My hair is soaking wet along with my cloths, I'm crying and I have purple eye bags. 
"You have to be cold love. Lets get you out of the water." He walks to turn of the shower but I say,
"No."
"No what?" He asks. 
"Don't turn off. Like it." I simply say. I shiver a little but I do like it. I close my eyes again and lay my head on my knees. 
"Love, you're shivering and your cloths are soaked. Come on. You're not okay here. We have to get you out." He persuades. I sigh and let him turn off the water. 
"I'm fine" I answer. He ignores what I say. 
"Can I touch you right now or not." I think about it for a minute and nod slowly. He smiles warmly and picks me up. I grab him tightly scared he's gonna drop me. I rest my head on his shoulder, wrapping my legs around him. He sits down on the bench and sits me down next to him. I whimper trying to get the hoodie to stop sticking to me and from the loss of warmth. 
"Here love." Harry takes off his hoodie and hands it to me. 
"I can't take it. It's yours." I say. 
"No Lou. Take it. You're cold." I give in and take off my hoodie. I forgot I have no shirt under because that's uncomfortable. So Harry can just see the bruises and old scars. Only Zayn knows this. No one else. I quickly put on Harry's hoodie and wrap my arms around myself. The hoodie is really big and smells really good. My jeans are still wet but they'll dry. It's okay. 

"Why'd you have bruises on you?" Harry asks looking really concerned. 
"It's nothing." I answer quickly. I want his arms around me again. It feels different then Zayns. But it's a good different. I like Harry's warmth he gives and protectiveness. 
"Can you-um you h-hold me again?" I shyly say. Covering my face from the obvious redness. 
"Of course love, come here." He holds his arms out and I crawl onto his lap. I rest my head onto his shoulder and bury my face in his neck. 

"Hey Lou?" Harry says trying to get my attention. 
"Hm" 
"Do you want to go to the next class or go home. I can get Zayn and the other guys to go to if you want that." Harry explains. I mean, I am done with hell already. 
"Home." I lift my head in tiredness and he smiles. He stands up but puts me down. We all meet up at my locker and eventually leave to go back to Harry,  Niall, and Liams place because it is bigger. I fall asleep on Harry's shoulder in the car and don't remember anything after that.