Bambi // Larry Stylinson

Chapter Ten ~ Humiliation

So as promised; chapter 10!

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Harry woke up outside his house, on his doorstep. The house behind him was quite and still indicating that no one had been in or out of the house all night. Which meant his mum had been at work for a day and a half and hadn't been home.

Harry groaned in annoyance, all he had was his dead phone and the clothing he wore yesterday. Harry was certain that his hair was a mess, he always had a bad case of bed hair in the mornings.

For the first time -- ever -- Harry felt slight anger towards his mothers; it made him feel guilt but that didn't stop the rare emotion. He was annoyed that his mum hadn't been home in two days when she was supposed to come back at eight the first night. He was annoyed that his mum hadn't checked up on him; even if she had been calling or texting him was she not worrying?

Harry knew that if he had a child and they weren't answering their calls or texts for two days straight he'd be more than worried. Especially if his kid was as clumsy as himself.

Despite Harry's feelings he knew that it wouldn't change anything, at the end of the day what's done is done; he knew he couldn't change that. So rather than complaining and getting himself worked up about what had happened he got up and walked, slowly, to school -- having a feeling that the bell would ring soon.

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Just as Harry suspected, the minute he walked though the school gates the bell went. He huffed before making his way to first lesson.

Harry didn't really pay attention at all for the first four lessons, he did no work at all, all he did was rest his head on the table and doze off. Harry didn't really care about school; which was strange.

He really wanted to go back home.

His real home.

He felt so alone... Everyone hated him here. His mum was never home and when they tried to hang out she was pulled away from her work. As the bell for second lesson went off Harry packed up his things and began to walk to his usual spot on the field. Only when he was walking to the field this break he paid a little more attention only to see pointing and laughing. People crying from laughter, making Harry feel uncomfortable.

As Harry sat on the field he saw Stan, Louis and Zayn walking up to him. Harry groaned, just when I thought this day couldn't get any worse he thought to himself.

'Hey hobo.' Stan called, smirking as they got closer. Harry furrowed his eyebrows not understanding.

'Did mummy kick you out last night?' Zayn joked, 'don't blame her. I'd kick out a fag like you.' Louis frowned beside the two as Zayn said 'fag'.

'You should've stayed awake, have you looked in the mirror?' Stan asked, chuckling before pulling out a small, pocket mirror. He showed Harry's reflection.

His eyes went wide as he saw the word 'hobo' written in thick, black, permanent marker. Harry scrambled to his feet and ran off, hearing the boys (minus Louis) laugh.

A few tears ran down his face, he'd walked around all day with that on his forehead. Harry didn't really care if he missed last lesson, he just wanted to get home and so that's where he went. He ran home and began to bang on the door not knowing if his mum would answer.

Fortunately she answered the door, allowing Harry to race up the stairs. He ignored her yells, he just wanted to get to his bed. He wanted to put his phone on charge and burry himself in the covers.

He was humiliated and he wasn't going to let his mum see what was on his forehead...

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I'm sorry it's short!

But I've been reading through the book and I'm finding that it's rather slow so I'm going to try and speed things up!

Next chapter Harry will be going up to Cheshire (it'll also be quite a short chapter) but the one after that I'm planning will be quite long (hopefully)! However that chapter shall make you annoyed (it's making me annoyed to be honest) but it shall also show you how close Harry is with his friends and family.

Okay that's all. Love you all, please like and comment.

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