Walking the bland hallways, I cleared my throat a bit and walked slowly to my first class. It was crowded and people walked slowly and groggily, more than usual, actually. I began to wonder why and I finally realised that there was a party the day before for Memorial Day. I saw Louis at his locker; he looked extremely pale, dark circles under his eyes, hair messed up, and just awful in general. I sped up and walked over to him, "Lou, are you sick?" I tried to kneel down and bit so I could see his entire face but he seemed to out of it to lift his head. "Something like that." He mumbled, and wiped his eyes. After I saw him gather his books, I closed his locker for him. As soon as I did, Louis let out a painful cry and held his head. I looked at him strangely, then concerned, then pissed. "You fucking-Louis." I stopped myself from yelling and very sternly looked at him, my jaw clenched. "I'm sorry, Harry, I'm sorry. I really am. I know you don't like me drinking, I just, everyone was going, and they were having a nice time." He shrugged and looked up at me with a sad expression, my eyes softened a bit but I regained my strength. "Louis, it's not like I hate you drinking because I'm a buzzkill. It's because you could get hurt." I sighed and bit my lip worriedly. "Oh." He said, and cleared his throat, looking down and rubbing his arm insecurely. "Did you get hurt?" I asked, just to make sure he's okay. "No. Why would you even think that? I'm fine." He looked at me defensively and his eyes hardened. I nodded and slowly walked into my class. I sat down, eyes all on me for some reason. I furrowed my brows and looked around gingerly, suddenly thinking of something I did wrong, but I couldn't think of anything. I looked over at Niall who was avoided all eye contact, and even scooted his chair over to avoid me. Niall was my best friend, what is going on? I coughed quietly and looked down at my desk, cheeks red, embarrassed of what I didn't know. "Louis has a nice ass. Isn't it great in bed, Harry? I know I don't speak for myself." Aiden, a well-known asshole, spoke up and smugly looked over at me. "What the fuck did you just say?" I yelled and stood up, the whole class tightened besides him. Then the teacher walked in, observing the scene. "Styles, please sit down." She spoke exasperatedly. "Let's take it outside then, pal. I fucked him. Hell yeah. He takes it so so good, like a nice little princess." The teacher gasped and slammed a stack of papers down, "You will NOT speak like that in my classroom." I looked at him, borderline of tears, now knowing Louis cheated on me at the party. "Glad you enjoyed it." I scoffed, and sat down. He laughed, "Never got wrapped around so good in my life before." I clenched my jaw, knowing that Louis and I haven't had sex yet. Both of us were far from virgins but it still felt like he was being torn from me and claimed as someone else's. I took my thumb and gently rubbed it over my bottom lip, looking down at the desk trying not to break down and either bawl or bash Aiden's head in. I looked over at Niall, who was looking at me sympathetically. "Did- Louis- he- he did that?" My voice cracked and I bit my knuckle. He tried to say something but just nodded sadly. "It wasn't really his fau-" I heard him began to say but I completely ignored him, storming out of the classroom and hearing the teacher telling me to "come back this instant!" I felt warm tears fall into my cheeks but continued walking straight and my hands to my side, to the bathroom. As I walked in, I was relieved to see it was empty. I kneeled over the sink and bawled, the pain engulfed me with every thought. "Louis." I cried out quietly and sobbed. After a few minutes, I collected myself as best as I could when the principle walked in. "Styles, get up." He rolled his eyes and motioned for me to stand. I gulped and stood up, still feeling tears slide. "I never thought I would say this, but please, go home. You look miserable. Everyone needs a little break sometimes." He said sternly, and if you weren't paying attention to his words you'd think you're getting punished but I was relieved. "T-thank you." I wiped my puffy eyes and began walking out. He patted my back as I exited the bathroom. I walked down the now empty hallway and couldn't help but just, see him. See all the little moments in this hallway. I sucked in a breath and walked out the school doors. I pulled my keys from my pocket and unlocked the door of my car. I heard soft sobs and I thought it was me at first, telling myself to shut up. Once they continued, I realised it wasn't me. Slowly and hesitantly, I walked over to the noises.
"Fucking-God damn it." I heard his cursing and immediately stepped back. "Harry." He looked up and stared at me, both of our eyes puffy and I shook my head, feeling the lump in my throat again. "Baby. Baby. No. No. Listen. He- It wasn't-" I bit my lip, feeling the tears coming again and shook my head. "Fuck you. I loved you SO much, Louis. I gave you everything. EVERYTHI-" "Princess, no. I- He- I only drank a beer- it was- he- someone- I don't know who- they- I-" He covered his face and looked down, crying again, ashamed. "He raped me." I gasped and ran up to Louis, taking his small frame and wrapping my arms around his waist. "Oh. Fuck. Louis. Babe, I'm so sorry. I love you, so much. I- Lou-I" I was so in shock and relief I couldn't speak. "Please. Take me home. I just. Let me be with you. I only want you." He cried and looked up at me. "Okay." I nodded and wiped his tears, kissing him softly.
