A/N it's almost midnight, I've got school in the morning. But, I can't sleep. So I guess I'll write you guys a chapter. I'm writing this on my phone and I just can't sleep. So sorry if this chapter isn't that good or something. Idk. I'm rambling. Let's go to it, shall we?
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(Harry's POV)
"Oi! Styles. The hell is your problem?" Louis yelled, even though the look on his face showed he was rather terrified at my sudden out burst.
"You know damn well what my problem is." I sneered, hitting the locker again. Causing a few gasps from some students.
Louis just rolled his eyes at me and started to walk away.
"Don't you dare fucking walk away from me." I said, running over to where he was and turned him around so he was now facing me.
"Don't touch me!" He said, flinching as I grabbed onto his shoulder and smacked my hand away.
"Hey, hey, hey. What's going on?" I heard a heavy Irish accent ask while running towards us.
"This bitch," Louis said, gesturing towards me, "it's having some anger issues."
"Yeah, because you're being a dickhead!" I pointed out.
"Ha! I haven't done anything to you. You're just mad because I haven't been holding your hand all damn day. You're not my fucking boyfriend." He spat. I could feel tears brimming my eyes and my face was getting hot.
"Louis!" Niall screamed, shocked at what had just came out of his mouth.
"What? It's fucking true. He never will be my boyfriend either. Why? Because I'm fucking straight, and That's never going to change." Louis said and walked away.
I could feel hot tears rolling down my face as my heart shattered at his words.
What's his problem?
"Harry... Are you okay?" Niall asked my quietly. I didn't say a word to him, I just ran past the crowd of people that were gathered around watching the scene go down, and exited the school. Running as fast as I could with tears running down my face and my anger boiling up inside me.
I stopped to catch my breath at a random park bench and let my head fall down into my hands as quiet sobs left my lips.
I sat there for about an hour, then took a few deep breaths and called Zayn. After the third ring he picked up.
'Hello?' His heavy Bradford accent sounded through the phone.
"Wanna hang out? Right now? I've got weed and an itch to fuck some shit up." I breathed into the phone.
'I'm never one to pass up an offer as beautiful as that. Where should I met you? And with that I gave Zayn the Directions to my house, hung up, and made my way to my house as well.
I unlocked my door and went up to my room to get my stuff ready for our "adventure". I then heard a knock at the door not too long after I had pulled out my bag of weed. The bag was filled about half way since I smoked some here and there ever since I got it. I mean, stole it. But, whatever.
I went downstairs, opened the door and was greeted by a smirking Zayn.
"Vas Happen' mate?" He said and walked into my house.
"Pissed, stressed, and need to just release my anger." I admitted.
"What's wrong?"
"Louis." I shrugged.
"Ah." He said, nodding his head in understandment. I led him up to my room and we smoked a few bowls.
Feeling pretty damn high we decided to eat some munchies before getting ready to venture out.
"What do you wanna do?" Zayn asked, a mouth full of crisps that he had found in my cabnit.
"Dunno." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
"We could always rob a bank." Zayn said in a joking manner.
"Not a bad idea..." I said, actually agreeing.
"Wait, you're not serious are you..?" Zayn asked in a shocked tone and a shocked face to match.
"I mean, why not? What? Is little Bradford badboi scared?" I teased.
"Course not. Just didn't know you were such a badass." He chuckled.
And with that we put on some all back clothes we had found in my closest. I put in some colored contacts and gave Zayn an all white pair of colored contacts. He gave me a weird look but put them in anyways. I then pulled all my hair back with a hair tie and put a mask over my face, then handed Zayn a mask as well. Better to be safe than sorry.
I grabbed my gun from my bidding place and also grabbed a duffle bag.
We stole a car a couple blocks away from us and drove to Zayns flat so we could grab a few more guns he had. They weren't big. Just simple hand guns. We then made our way to a bank that was about two hours away from us.
We sat outside of the bank for a few minutes until we both glanced at each other, I gave Zayn a nod and took a deep breath.
