Chapter 3
3 years later
Louis sat up and turned off his alarm clock, and then got out of bed. He got dressed, and bounded down the stairs. "Hey Lou." Harry said as Louis walked into the kitchen. "Hey Haz." Louis said and smiled at Harry. Louis sat next to Harry, and Louis' mum placed pancakes in front of them. "Thank you." Harry said and smiled. "Thanks mum." Louis said, and they both started eating. "Is middle school really hard?" Harry asked between bites. Louis shook his head as he swallowed. "No, you just change classes." he said. Harry nodded, and they finished their breakfast.
"See you after school!" Louis called out while walking out the door. Harry and Louis held hands, just how they usually do. "I won't be in the same building as you next year, Hazza." Louis said. "I know. It'll suck. You don't have to walk me to class next year, I don't want you to be late 'cause of me. But we can meet up as soon as we let out and walk home together just like normal." Harry said, and smiled down at him. "Sounds good, although I'll miss walking you to class." Louis said. "I'll miss it too, but it'll only be a year and then I'll be in the high school building too." Harry returned.
They reached the school and walked inside. Some guys kissed their girlfriends at their lockers. They reached Harry's locker, and Louis leaned up and kissed him. "See you later, Lou. Love you." Harry said. "Love you too. Bye." Louis said, and started for his own locker. Harry unpacked his bag and got all his books and started walking to his homeroom class. "Hey faggot!" some guy yelled behind him. Harry kept walking. "I'm talking to you, curls." the guy said again, and Harry turned. Harry had convinced his mum to let him grow his hair out, and it was starting off well. He had a few curls, but it wasn't grown in yet. "What do you want." Harry said. "Why boys? That's disgusting. And you know what it makes you? It makes you a faggot." the guy said, and walked a little closer to Harry. "Don't talk to me like that. I love my boyfriend and he loves me. If you have a problem I don't really care. Now leave me alone." Harry said madly. "Why should I leave you alone? You and your boyfriend and nasty little fucks. You're a faggot!" the guy kept talking. "Fuck off." Harry said through gritted teeth. "Make me. Faggot." the guy returned. "I said fuck off!" Harry raised his voice. "Yeah and I said make me!" the guy continued. Harry had it. He dropped his books, and pulled his fist back behind him. Then he swung it as hard as he could at the guy taunting him. The kid fell to the floor, but kicked Harry on the way down. Harry doubled over in pain, and fell to the floor. The kid got on top of him and started throwing punches. Harry recovered and quickly switched the positions, and started punching the guy's face repeatedly. The guy's nose was bleeding, and his lip was busted. That last punch would definitely leave him a black eye. "What's going on here?!" a teacher shouted, and Harry stopped punching. "You two. Office. Now." the teacher said angrily, and they got up and walked to the office.
Harry had blood on his shirt, his lip was busted too and his nose was bleeding. He wasn't as bad as the other guy, but still pretty beat up. They sat outside the office, and were called in alone. The guy came out, and Harry went inside. "So Mr. Styles. What's your side of the story." the principal said as Harry sat down. "He kept calling me a faggot, and I told him to stop and leave me alone and he wouldn't and told me to make him so I punched him." Harry said. "You should've told a teacher, not start throwing punches." the principal said. "I should've but I was mad. He was calling me and my boyfriend nasty faggots." Harry returned. "That is rude. But still you don't have to start fighting. Neither of you will get punished, it's the first day and you've never done anything like this. But I will send both of you home today." the principal said. "Can you have someone call the class that Louis Tomlinson is in and tell him I have to go? We walk home together everyday and I don't want him to wait forever." Harry said. "I suppose so." the prinicpal said, and called his class. A few minutes later, Louis walked through the door. "Haz?!" he said in shock, taking in his boyfriend's bruised face. "Lou.. You didn't have to come down here, stay the rest of the day.. It's nothing." Harry said. "Nothing? You call this nothing?! Who the fuck did this to you?" Louis said, and walkd to Harry. "Louis please don't. He was calling us nasty and called me a faggot and I started punching, it's fine, really." Harry said. "No, it's not fucking fine. C'mon I'll walk you home." Louis said. Louis went to his locker while Harry went to his. They met back up at the exit.
"Tell me what happened." Louis said while taking Harry's hand. "Well after we kissed, I started walking to homeroom and he called me a faggot. And he kept saying we were gross and nasty. And kept going on calling me a faggot. I told him to fuck off and he didn't. He told me to make him, so I punched him and he kicked me and while I was down he was punching. But I flipped him over and started punching." Harry explained. "Harry not the first day.. Ignore them for me, please? Some people call me a faggot too and I tell them to fuck off and walk away, or I ignore them completely. Because I love you and that's all that matters and they can't change that." Louis said. "I won't do it again, Lou. I'll ignore them. It's just me and you." Harry said. They reached their houses. "C'mon let's get you cleaned up. I know your mum is at work, just like mine." Louis said and they went inside Harry's house. They put their bags on the floor near the door, and went to the bathroom. Louis turned the water on, and directed Harry to put his face in the sink. Louis splashed water on his face, washing the blood away. He turned the water off, and inspected Harry. "You have blood on your arms, lift up your shirt for a minute." Louis said. Harry smirked and lifted his shirt up. "Not like that smartass. Maybe a little. Anyway, it leaked through your shirt. You should take a shower." Louis said. "Alright. Can you get me a towel out of the closet?" Harry asked. "Yep." Louis said and got a towel and threw it to him. "Thanks Lou." Harry said. "Anytime Haz. Don't drown in the shower okay." Louis said jokingly. "I'll try not to." Harry said and laughed. He closed the bathroom door and Louis started flipping through TV channels. He settled on football, he loved it. He watched intently as the players ran back and forth across the field, kicking the ball into the net and scoring goals.
"Hey Lou. I didn't drown." Harry said, stepping out of the bathroom with the towel around his waist. His short curls were matted to his face, and water droplets remained on his face and chest. And damn did he look good. "H-hey." Louis stuttered. Harry smirked and started up the stairs to his room to get clothes. "Ah dammit!" Harry yelled as he tripped and fell down a few stairs. Louis sprung up and was by his side in a matter of seconds. "Are you alright?" he asked, helping Harry up. "Yeah, I'm fine Lou. Don't worry." Harry reassured him. "Alright. Oh you dropped your-" Louis stopped, and bent down to pick it up. He looked down as he stood back up. "Towel.. God Harry, sorry, I.." Louis trailed off, and ran back to his place on the couch. Harry laughed and went up the stairs. He was back down ten minutes later with clothes on and his hair less damp then before. Louis blushed and did everything he could to avoid eye contact with Harry. "Lou, stop avoiding me. You saw my penis, no big deal." Harry said casually. "But it kinda is. I didn't meant to and maybe you didn't want me to yet." Louis said. "Louis. You have one too, not like you've never seen one before. Besides I don't care, I walk around the house naked all the time." Harry said. "I'm still sorry though." Louis said and looked at Harry. "It's fine, Boo." Harry said, and Louis leaned in next to him. "Let me look at your face." Louis said, and turned Harry's face towards him. "I'm guessing your mom taught you a few things?" Harry said and Louis nodded. "Your nose is okay, stick out your lip a little more." Louis said, and Harry did as Louis told him. "Not that deep, I don't think you need stitches. You're good." Louis said, and leaned into him again. Louis went back to watching the game, and Harry watched too although he wasn't as interested as Louis was. The game ended and informercials started playing. Harry then turned the TV off. "So what do ya wanna do?" Harry asked, they still had hours until their mums got home. "I don't know." Louis replied. "What do I tell my mum? She's gonna be pissed at me." Harry said, and looked down. "You tell her what happened. You were sticking up for yourself, she can't be mad at you because of that." Louis answered. Harry nodded, but worried anyway.
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That night went okay. Harry told his mum, she wasn't mad. More so disappointed that he started punching instead of telling, but he didn't get punished. Harry and Louis just went on, and ignored anyone who bothered them.
