Symbolism & Innocence

Spray Paint & a Warm Embrace

A/N: this is set a few days after H & L met not much contact has happened since that day so I didn't see the point in writing them. (Unless you want shit, short chapters then describing how harry likes to eat bananas and tea every morning then...) So were about two and a half weeks into UNI. If you're sensitive to bullying/ derogatory words please tread lightly. Also, if anyone was wondering... Twenty One Pilots is my life (besides 1D) and Car Radio is my go to song. You should give them a try if you haven't heard them before.

Trigger Warning

Mood: Breathe Me, By: Sia

The sun hit my eyes as it flittered in through my open curtains, waking me from a late night sleep. Stretching my neck as I sat up, the sheets fell down my bare chest, lying low on my hips. I looked around the room confused as to why I woke up so early, seeing as the clock on my wall told me it was only 6 am.

Then I heard it.

"'Cause somebody stole my car radio and now I just sit in silence..." I groaned and reached over to my nightstand where my phone continued to ring, Zayn's name popping up on the screen. I clicked answer and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Harry!" he said, "Oh thank God you answered. You need to come down to the university right now mate."

I frowned at his rushed words and stood out of bed, throwing on clothes as I go.

"What happened? Is something wrong?"

Zayn sighed and spoke hesitantly, "There was some kind of break in, in a few of the classes."

I rushed out of my room and grabbed my keys off of the coffee table and threw on my shoes in the foyer.

"Okay, so what? Did they steal something from the classes or summat?"

"Um," he said, "no, not necessarily." I huffed at his lack of answers and opened my car door and slid in, starting the engine.

"Okay, what happened?"

"They were vandalized." He said.
I groaned and laid my head against the head rest as I stopped at a stop light, "So what- was anyone hurt?"

"Yeah," he said voice soft.

I sighed and switched into second gear and headed towards the university,
"I'm on my way now."

~Time Skip~

I slammed my car door shut and searched the crowd of people for the raven haired man, finally finding him standing next to a few students, talking vigorously. I walked over to him; apologizing as I bumped into a few people, when I reached him I set my hand on his shoulder and pulled him away from the students.

"What happened?" I asked. All I got in return was a shake of his head and he started to pull me down the hallway and through the crowd of people, reaching my closed classroom door. I was reaching in my pocket to unlock the door, but Zayn held his hand over mine and shook his head once more. "You won't need that," and he opened the door.

I gasped as I took in the full view of the room, spray paint, desks, glass, and so much more were scattered throughout the rooms.

Teachers and police officers littered throughout, speaking quietly to one another, but what caught my attention was the frail boy siting on the floor crying as an officer questioned him. I walked over to the pair and felt my heart fall as I got a better look at the small boy.

His makeup was smeared down his cheeks, his body shaking furiously despite the blankets covering his shoulders. His light pink dress was ripped and smeared with a red substance with what I hoped to not be blood, but I knew better than that - I, having to scrub the liquid out of many of my own clothes before. I walked over and stood behind the officer, tapping him on the shoulder.

"If you don't mind mate, I'd like to talk to my student." He shrugged and walked away to the others, leaving me alone with him.

I reached out my hand to him. "Louis," I said softly, "stand up, love."

He grabbed my hand and winced as I pulled him up on shaky legs to his full height. I let go of his hand and put it on his waist in case he falls, reaching my other up to try and fix his makeup. It was silent for a few minutes as I continued to fix his makeup, waiting for his breathing to slow back to its original tempo. This very moment reminding me when I was nothing but a child, wiping away my sisters tears when our father left.

As his sobbing turned to quiet sniffles I grabbed his chin and made him look away from the floor and into my eyes. "What happened Louis?" I asked. He shook his head and started to cry again, but I hushed him quietly and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly - as if I held him any less he would crumble before me. I whispered comforting words to him in hopes for him to calm down once more, my hand rubbing circle into the small of his back, his tears wetting my neck.

It took a few minutes before Louis lifted his head, but the minutes felt like hours. He didn't back out of my hold, only wrapped his arms around me and spoke quietly, "they wouldn't leave me alone."

"Who wouldn't leave you alone?" I asked. My voice was laced with concern and I continued to hold him as his lips ghosted over my neck as he continued speaking.

"I was-..." his voice broke as he started to silently cry, "I came early to try and study in the library because- because my flat mate wouldn't be quiet and I... they followed me down the corridor and the kept saying these mean words."

He started to break out into hysterics as he continued, "And they pulled on my dress and kept calling me a fag and a girl; but I'm not a girl I just want- I just want to be pretty. I want to be clean." I looked down at him and was about to ask what he meant, but didn't as he shook his head furiously. "And then they started pushing me and I tried to tell them to stop, but they didn't! They kept hitting me and the pushed me to the floor and I got up and ran, but they caught me." I could feel his body shaking and silently scolded myself for not bringing a jacket. "They wouldn't stop. They wouldn't stop. They wouldn't stop." I hushed him and held him tighter to the point where it should of hurt, but he didn't protest and held me tighter as well, the repeated phrase muffled by my neck.

And we stood there, the room started to file out and one particular officer looked at me nodding his head like he understood and walked out the door. I turned my head and caught eyes with Zayn, him tilting his head in question, I tilted my head up, then down in a silent form of 'I have it' and he to left the room, leaving us surrounded in silence, spray paint fumes, and each other.

Word Count: 1,425 (one thousand, four hundred, twenty-five)
Date Written: 9/8/15
A/N: Hea- hea- heavyyyy. Now if you are a bit confused, allow me to elaborate... Hate crimes, very common (although I wish it wasn't)- whether it's your nationality, race, gender identity, sexuality, whether you like chicken over beef it doesn't matter. But that is what happened in this chapter. I wasn't going to write like everyone accepted Louis because that would be socially incorrect. No matter If he could be in a city where everyone was accepting there would still be that one person that doesn't like the way you live and will voice that in many ways. Harry was very understanding, I know this. I wrote Harry as the way he is, accepting over anything. Hell, he himself has put a rift between gender norms (like Barbie's for girls, dinosaurs for boys etc.) Now as far as relationships it won't happen for a while. Why? Because like real life you don't just fall in love and marry in two paragraphs. It isn't very realistic and I would like this book to be as realistic as possible.
That is all.

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