princess ☻☹ stylinson

trois ☹

H.S.

When Louis walked out of his last class with tear streaks on his cheeks, Harry knew something was up.

"What happened, princess?" He asked his teary boyfriend as they walked out of the school and towards the parking lot.

"People kept calling me names. They even called me," he sniffled, "Tranlinson."

Harry's fist clenched and his grip on Louis tightened. He clenched his teeth and said, "Who exactly?"

"I'm not gonna tell you. I can't let you get in trouble because of me."

"Lou, they hurt you! They made you cry, for Pete's sake, I have to do something."

"No, I'm not telling," Louis crossed his arms, shaking his head as he got on the back of Harry's motorcycle.

Louis's arms were wrapped around his boyfriend's waist as they sped off towards their usual after-school hangout- Harry's treehouse. That day, the two were the only ones that would be present, since the rest of their group had sports and things to try out for.

The rest of the day was spent getting their syllabi signed, and napping together in the treehouse.

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Sorry it's so bad. I was at the beach yesterday and I'm sunburnt quite terribly- in fact, I have sunstroke again. Only roughly 180-190 words, sorry.

-Lee x