Worth It (Nouis-Student/Teacher boyxboy)

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Louis' POV

I needed to get my mind off Niall. Be with somebody else, who is older than 20. Somebody I've known for a long time. Somebody like Harry. I walked into his flat without knocking. "Hey, mate." he said, shoving a random cupcake in his mouth. "Where did you get that?" I asked. "I found them." he said. I made a face. "Anyway, I had a question." I said. I knew he was gay, well, everyone knew. So its normal to ask him out, right? "Shoot." he said, licking the icing off of another cupcake. "Will you be my boyfriend?" I asked. He looked up from his cupcake. "Yeah!" he proclaimed. "Cool. Okay, I think you're trying to tempt me." I said, grabbing a cupcake. He smiled. "I was." I laughed. "I need some advice." I said, sitting down. He just nodded, biting his thumb for some weird reason. "One of my students...they're beaten, at home and at school. From what I know, hes been told he's worthless and deserves to die, and deserves what people do to him. He told me not to tell anyone...I want to know if I should, or at least find out why he doesn't want me to help?" I said, fidgeting my hands. "Well, I think you should find out why he doesn't want help. And...if he still says he doesn't want help...help him anyway. Help him no matter what." Harry replied. I smiled. "That's the right thing to do, I suppose." I said. We just sat there, eating multiple cupcakes. "Go talk to him." he said. "What?" I asked, looking up at him. "Go. Talk. To.-" "No, I heard you. But how will I find him?" I asked. "Dude, this is your free period. Hes most likely still at school." he said, licking his wrapper. "See ya!" I yelled, picking up my stuff, kissing him on the cheek, and shooting out of the flat. I rushed into my car and to the school. I ran inside and made my way to the 2nd floor. I walked all the way to where his locker was and sat down next to it. I noticed it had the word, "Faggot" written over it. I hoped he hadn't seen it. I grabbed a tissue out of my pocket and started wiping it down. It took some effort, but it was soon down. I heard the bell ring and what sounded like a million people walking through the hallway. Well, I was searching for a certain Irish someone. Well, after what seemed like eternity, this someone didn't turn up. I figured he must be up on the roof, so I started making my way up there. I was nearly at the top of the stairs when I heard someone speaking. "How did you know I was up here?" Niall whimpered. I took a step closer and barely peeked my head out so I could see. There was Niall, Zayn, and another boy with a bright red quiff and neon green eyes. "We followed you, fucking idiot!" the guy with red hair said. "Shut the fuck up Elliot! I'm the one talking!" Zayn yelled to the boy, Elliot, I'm guessing. "Well, here's what I think about your singing, leprachaun!" Zayn shouted, taking the guitar from Nialls grip and throwing it over the railing. Niall screamed and tried to catch it. "You have a terrible voice. I would rather kill myself than hear your awful singing. You sound like a dying cat!" Elliot snarled. Zayn laughed, throwing the other boy a high five. Niall was sitting on the ground, looking up at them with longing eyes. Zayn got up close to his face and muttered, "And as for that teacher, he doesn't give a flying fuck about a worthless loser like you." and with that, they made their way towards the stairs. Before they could see me, I sprinted under the staircase. When they were out of sight, I made my way back up to the roof. Niall was still on the ground, eyes red and he was sobbing. He just looked at me. After a few moments of staring, he finally said, "Music is all that matters to me. I guess I have to give up on it. I mean, they were right. I can't sing for shit." I gasped. "What are you talking about? You have the voice of an angel!" I said. "Nobody else seems to think so. Besides, why do you care?" he asked, sitting up. "Well...you're my student. I know I should care about you anyway. Even if I didn't care about you, which I do, nobody deserves to be treated like that." I said, gritting my teeth. "That's the thing. I'm a nobody. I deserve everything." he told me. I just remained silent, him silently muttering "I deserve to be beaten. I deserve to be hurt. I deserve to be raped. I deserve to die. I deserve to be alone." I knew he didn't mean for me to hear that, but I did. I felt a single tear slip from my eye. "Who told you that?" I begged him to tell me. He hesitated, but then answered. "My...my dad." I sighed. "Well, I've got news for you. You're dad doesn't have a single clue what he's saying." I told him. He just stared at me. "Now, where's the damage?" I asked him, picking up his wrists and looking at them. Nothing. They must be somewhere else. "My..my neck." he said. "Why your neck?" I asked. "So nobody would see. My dad didn't want to be...arrested." he said. "What does your dad do to you?" I asked, turning him around and pulling his hair up. There was what looked like many layers if skin...burned off, which haven't grown back yet. It was bumpy and scabby. It all around looked painful. There were multiple discolored cuts and bruises. He stood up and took his shirt off, showing me his back. I just stared, astonished. "Why didn't I see these before?" I asked, putting my hand over my mouth as he sat down. "I'm sorry about your guitar." he said, looking down. "More like I'm sorry about your guitar. You can have my other one." I said, examining his back. The ENTIRE back was just covered on bruises and painful cuts. It was nearly...black. "He did this to you?" I asked. "He was in a bad mood when I got home this morning..." he said. I just sighed. "But...when will he stop?" I asked. "When I leave." he told me simply. "When will that be?" I ask. "When I graduate." he said, putting his shirt back on. "Well, until then, we're friends?" I asked. He tilted his head to the side. "F-friend?" he asked. I smiled and nodded. "I don't know how to treat a friend." Niall stated. I gave him a shocked look. "Why not?" he sighed. "I haven't had a friend before." "Never?" I asked. "Never." I just sighed, walking over and taking him in my arms. "Well you have one now." With that, the bell rang, signalling the next class. "See ya." he mumbled, picking up his bags and walking out the door.