Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry

Chapter Three

Throughout my entire day at school, all I could bring myself to do was think about Louis. For once in my life, my day at school wasn't a living hell...

But I know for a fact it won't be like that everyday.

Good thing I have Louis to make me happy.

The bell rings, knocking me out of my thoughts. My last class of the day is finally over, and I can't wait to get home. I jump up from my seat, and accidentally collide into one of the jocks. I gulp nervously, just waiting for him to yell at me.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Shut it, mop head." he interrupts, giving me a shove. "You'll pay for it later..." the guy tells me, an angry look taking over his face.

"I'm sorry..." I say with a rush, quickly exiting the room. What does he mean I'll pay for it later?! I apologized and everything...

-

The hits just seemed to never cease.

On my way to the student parking lot, I was attacked by the jock from earlier, and his buddies decided to join in. I didn't even make it to my car before I was shoved to the ground. I cried out in pain as I hit the pavement, and a foot instantly crashed into my side. Then the next thing I knew, my head was being yanked up by my curls. A swift punch to my face, then another, followed by many more.

"Please...!" I coughed out, blood making an appearance as I did so. "I'm begging you, stop...!" I cried, clutching my stomach.

"...I think the little fucker has had enough guys." the jock decided, motioning for his buddies to flee the scene with him. I laid on the ground helplessly, hoping, wishing, praying, that somehow Louis would show up...

-

[Louis' P.O.V.]

As I sat downstairs at the kitchen table, gleefully drinking herbal tea, a strong feeling came over me. I felt as if a switch in my brain had been triggered, and my thoughts immediately went to Harry. It was like I could hear his broken, pained voice in my mind...

"Harry's not okay." I said aloud, rushing up from the table. I closed my eyes lightly, loosened up, and teleported myself to Harry's exact location.

I gasped in complete horror at the sight of him. "Harry?!" I shouted in a panic. "Who the hell did this to you...?" I asked in a shaky voice. My eyes began to water greatly.

Harry slowly tried to lift himself up, but I got a hold of him.

"Answer me, Harry..." I coaxed, trying told withhold my tears in order to stay strong for him. Harry's breathing was ragged, and he was crying furiously. "Nevermind, I will find out..." I said determinedly, gently lifting Harry up bridal style. "Scale from 1 to 10, Harry." I said softly, holding him close to me.

"...Eight..." Harry mumbled falteringly, the sound of his voice making my heart want to explode.

"Lets get you home, love." I told him, my voice nearly giving out on me. "I'll take care of you with so much love to the point where you'll forget this ever happened."