...or not.
As we settled in, eating happily and just looking at everything since it was all so beautiful, we started hearing noises. Car doors slamming. Laughing. The overwhelming stench of alcohol.
"What do we have here?" The familiar voice caused me to hold my breath, dropping the glass of cider onto the blanket. Slowly, I turned around and was met by a punch in the face.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Louis shrieked, jumping over to me and trying to grab me, only to be yanked back.
"Thought you'd never see me again, didn't you, faggot?" Xavier's voice was like a slit to my throat. "You got yourself a little boyfriend while I was gone?"
"Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you here?!" Louis snapped, standing up. Xavier was way taller than him, and bigger than him.
"My name is Xavier. Nice to fucking meet ya." He smirked. "And this little fuck here turned me in for 'assault' about seven months ago. Guess what, faggot. I'm out of jail and back to fuck you up."
"Not on my watch." Louis growled.
"And what's a little twerp like you gonna do, huh? Go tell your mommy?" He snickered. "Maybe you can go tell your daddy on me, Harry. Oh, wait.."
His little group started laughing. I felt my bottom lip quiver before I looked down at the ground. Tears stung my eyes.
"Asshole! Leave him the fuck alone!"
"Make me!" He barked. It was then, Louis threw the first punch, causing two of the groupies to grab him from behind and hold him as Xavier wailed on him.
"Wait!" I tried to shout. My lip was swollen and bloody. "Xavier, please. Hit me instead!"
"What?" He raised an eyebrow and turned around. I took that chance to look at Louis. His nose was bleeding, and so was his eyebrow. His lip was busted and his stomach was dipping in and out quickly, showing he'd been hit there. I could see his eye swelling up.
"No, Harry..don't.."
"If you insist." Xavier shrugged and threw a punch at me, instantly knocking me to the ground.
"P-please..let..Louis..go.." I sobbed as he started kicking me. I opened my eyes for a fraction of a second to see them let Louis go. He collapsed to the ground. "Louis.."
More kicks were added to my body. I don't think I can handle any more. I feel his familiar shoe stomping down on my face.
"Thought you could just squeal on me and get away with it, didn't ya, faggot." He laughed. "Hell no. NOBODY sqeals on me and gets away with it."
My vision started to get splotchy. The kicks got more intense, as well as the hits to my face. Suddenly, it stopped. I tried to open my swelling eyes, and when I finally did, I would've gasped if it wouldn't have hurt so bad.
Louis stood there, wiping blood from his face, holding a pocket knife out in front of him.
"Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here." He stepped closer, threatening them with the knife.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" Xavier snapped.
"Getting your blood out of my fucking clothes." I heard Xavier suck in a breath.
"Come on, guys. These faggots ain't worth our time." I heard him come closer to me and bend down, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. "See ya at school tomorrow, Harry."
He let go, my face falling back into the dirt. I closed my eyes and heard them going away. Someone crouched down beside me and pulled me into their arms.
