Pick Your Poison (L.S)

Chapter 2- Football Teams and Bakeries

TW: Homophobia, homophobic slurs

Louis' pov:
I am walking through the halls, Eleanor by my side as I do so. We are arguing quietly about what we should have for dinner, which happens quite often to be honest. Suddenly we hear a loud thud, along with a chorus of laughs from many of the students throughout the hall.

We look in the direction of the loud disruptive noise, to see many of the larger football players crowding around something, laughing evilly.

"What?" Chadifer, one of the most popular boys on the football team, asks mockingly, "Don't you like that? Don't you like that you pathetic, little fag?" He asks, causing the football team to laugh loudly once more. Eleanor and I share confused glances, before walking closer to check out what's happening.

In the centre of the circle, Harry Styles is laying on the dirty floor, covered in a gross concoction of what seems to be frozen yogurt and iced coffee, judging by the empty containers laying next to him. He is sobbing uncontrollably, his body shaking. The football players are kicking his helpless body aggressively, continuing to laugh.

"What's wrong?" Chadifer asks again, "Do you want daddy's big cock, faggy?" He adds.

That comment hits a bit too close to home, causing me to have to take a couple of deep breaths. It's okay, Louis. You're safe in this environment. Hopefully.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Eleanor rolling her eyes. She leans in to whisper in my ear. "C'mon, let's leave. We should let the boys have their fun, I mean, it's just a joke. Besides, it's only the little gay boy." She whispers.

For some reason, these words cause my blood to boil. How dare she! Who the fuck gave her the right? I mean, she's a teacher! Her job is to help students, no matter their race, gender or sexuality!

Ignoring Eleanor's disgusting comment, I push Chadifer and some of the other football players away.

"Oi! Leave the boy alone!" I snap, causing many whiny complaints from the football team.

"C'mon, sir! We're just joking around! No need to get all pissy about it." One of the other football players, Owen, argues with a deep frown upon his face. I snort at that.

"Oh really, is it now?" I say angrily, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm fairly sure that jokes are supposed to be funny. You boys are the only ones laughing." I deadpan, glaring directly into Owen's eyes, in attempt to intimidate him. Luckily, it seems to work, as Owen visibly gulps at my words. "I'll see you boys in detention." I add quickly, whipping my detention book out of my pocket. I ignore the immediate complaining, and hand out the detention slips to the football boys.

They storm off after given their detention slips, and I immediately crouch down next to Harry, despite protests from Eleanor.

"You okay, Harry?" I ask, helping the poor, embarrassed boy to stand up. He nods quickly, thanking me quietly. "It's okay, lov- lad. It's kind of my job after all." I say, cursing myself for what almost slipped. Harry, however, doesn't seem to notice the mistake, and smiles softly at me.

I have to hold back a gasp. Harry has dimples? That's so fucking adorable! Why haven't I seen those before?

Because you've never given him a reason to smile, idiot.

That realisation makes me feel a bit sick. I haven't been too horrible to the poor boy because of the effect he's had on me, have I? I hope not. He hasn't even done anything wrong.

"Do you have any spare clothes?" I question, gesturing to the stained t-shirt, that was once white, but is now an ugly brown and pink colour and his blue jeans (wait...he owns blue jeans? I've only ever seen him wear black ones.) that now have splatters of the coffee and frozen yoghurt all over it.