He has my heart. L.s.

20

*HARRY'S P.O.V*

I pace my room back and forth staring at my phone. Louis was stabbed, stabbed. Niall told me, Zayn had told him. Even though he said he was okay I don't know if he's just humoring me by saying that. I quickly tug on a zip up jacket grabbing my bag and running out to the bus passing my Father as I do.

***

Arriving at the school I see Louis and Zayn leaning up against a wall, but Eleanor is hanging on Louis kissing his cheek and lips as he attempts to smoke.
Slut. I walk over trying not to look at the vine growing on Louis.

"Hey mate heard you were stabbed?" Niall asks.
Louis chuckles a little nodding.

"Random mugging," he shrugs. "Stay in school kids."

I start to slowly wander to the door, honestly I'm a little pissed. I mean I'm standing right there and he has that stupid whore attached to his right side and arm lazily around her. He's dating me! I thought he would dump her, but I guess not.

I walk down the corridor looking at an empty classroom walking in sitting on a desk reading a book. Maybe he will come. The door opens, Louis walks in a light smile on his face I frown.

"What's wrong?" He asks walking toward me.

"Why was she hanging all over you like that?" I ask in a whispering voice.

"In her mind I'm her boyfriend still. Don't worry just give me time and I'll end it with her," he says standing between my legs his hands on my thighs.
"In the meantime please just bear with me?"

"Fine, how's your wound?"

He looks behind him walking over to the door locking it. This classroom is never used anymore he covers the door's window. As he walks back over to me he pulls his shirt over his head, on his side a large white taped patch covers his side.

"Relax it isn't that bad," he says pulling off the white bandage revealing a slit sued up with stiches.

"Does it hurt?" I ask reaching out to touch the stiches he shies away nodding.

"I'd feel better if you'd kiss me," he smirks I hook my fingers in his belt loop pulling him closer. He wraps his arms around my neck kissing me, there go those explosions.

***

I walk into homeroom late, I apologize to the teacher and plop in a desk by Niall pulling my jackets bottom part of the hood up a little.

"So what ya trying to hide?" Niall asks in a sing song voice.

I roll my eyes he pulls my jacket down revealing my neck, my face already starts to feel hot. "Let me guess the work of Louis?" He smirks.

"Maybe," I say in an embarassed voice.

"So if I'd look at his neck would he have a big 'ol fat hicky too?" He keeps going. I shrug my face burning brighter.

"Take a chill pill it was just making out, we are still in that honeymoon phase," I say in defense.

"Nobody's judging you, just don't go to fast okay?" Niall shoves my shoulder a little I nod laughing.

bite my lip feeling amazing. Honestly being with Louis, feeling his lips on my skin always puts me in a good mood. It's actually medically proven that kissing releases a chemical that makes the brain feel good and happy. I read that somewhere. Louis just makes me happy, but he was stabbed and that homeless boss of his did it.

I wonder what he told his Mum. I nearly puked last night with worry. Since I was so worried about Lou I didn't get any homework done. Guess now is a good time.