flower crowns ;; larry stylinson

;; two

when harry arrived at the beginning gates of his high school, he didn't expect there to be a group of people crowding around a certain area, forming a very large circle. he heard how people kept chanting something about a fight as most of them jammed their fists in the air repeatedly.

harry didn't understand why kids were thinking it was good for people to fight; he always thought it was bad. he didn't understand why people would make such a fuss about such a horrible event, smiling and praising other people for hitting and hurting others.

he never joined into these types of things, but harry was curious about who was in the middle and who people were cheering on. he glanced around. he didn't see zayn anywhere and he figured he had a few minutes to just try and blend in with the crowd and find out what was happening.

he walked slowly towards the large group, wanting nothing more than to catch a glimpse of what was happening and who was in the middle. although he was a bit tall, it didn't compare to the skyscrapers they called students here, making him a bit smaller than everybody else as he softly moved passed a few people, muttering quiet apologies.

he got shoved and is practically squished to the point where he can't breathe, but harry finally manages to make his way up to the middle, where he can crouch down and see what's going on through some people's feet.

he caught sight of two boys fighting, one on top and one on bottom. the one on top has a rugged, gruff appearance that normally would've scared harry, but it only made harry lean in closer towards the scene through the small crowd.

he caught a look at his eyes that shined a minty green color, kind of like the seaweed you'd find in the ocean, along with his brunette colored hair that was ruffled upwards into a messy style, sending bits of fringe to cover the boys eyes.

he was beautiful.

his skin shined a color of a lightly tanned cream that copied the complexion of a newly painted wall from an empty house. or it could be looked at as a type of cream that matched the color of the sand on the beach.

everything about the mystery boy made harry want to push past all these people and jump into his arms. he wanted to run his fingers through his dark brown locks of fringe, and stare absentmindedly into the boys light, sea green eyes.

but all that daydreaming washed away when he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt, pulling him carelessly through the crowd without a struggle. harry's breath hitched, until he saw the worried look on zayn's face.

"harry. are you out of your mind?!" zayn asked, glaring a bit at harry.

"i didn't, i didn't mean to-. . ."

"you can't be mixing in with those kids, harry. they are nothing but bad news." zayn scolds, sounding like harry's mother.

"i just wanted to see what was happening. people were happy about it, doesn't that mean that I should be happy about it?" harry asked, confused.

he didn't understand why people were happy about this, but then he felt bad. does that mean he should be happy, too?

"harry." zayn sighs, rubbing his temples as they both walk further into school grounds. "that isn't something you should be happy about. fighting isn't good."

the curly lad furrowed his brows. "then why were people cheering?"

zayn didn't exactly know how to explain this to harry. he knew it was kind of hard for him to understand, but he didn't want harry to think of this little incident as nothing.

"some people are bad people that like bad things. they like when people fight and when people get hurt, which is bad." zayn started off slowly, not really knowing where to go with this. "and, well, you shouldn't be hanging around with those people, okay? and although some people were happy about the fight, that doesn't mean you should be."

harry lightly nodded, "okay."

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whoop, whoop. second chappie.

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also. omg, sorry for the late update. my days have been jam-packed and i didn't have any time at all to write. so. i hope this one isn't too sucky.

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