Always in my Heart (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

Harry's P.O.V

Monday soon fly in too soon, I really hate school, to be honest though I prefer to be at school then at home.

I slowly sit up, whimpering as I do so, the pain got worse.

I stand up, limping badly to the bathroom taking a shower.

I step out after 20 minutes, wrapping a towel around my hips, gasping at the pain.

I look at the long mirror, taking a look at my disgrace self.

Belt marks everywhere, a bruise on my jaw, bruises on my wrist; finger prints and shoe prints.

I go back into my room, putting on black skinny jeans and black jumper ect.

I go downstairs, putting on my ankle boots and grab my book bag.

I go into the kitchen, to see James sat on the stool, cup of coffee on hand.

He looks up at me and smirks, I hate that smirk.

I go over to the counter, grabbing my money for lunch.

"Harry" James said and I slowly turn to him staring at the floor.

"Look at me" I flinch a little but slowly look up at him.

He points at his cheek and I knew what he wanted.

I limp over to him, i hesitate but lean forward giving him a peck on the cheek and quickly pulling away.

"Now go" he demand, and I leave with tears in my eyes.

I get to school, first going to the bakery for dinner at school.

I step out, with my book bag and walk to the school buildings.

Trying my hardest to ignore the pain shooting through me as I try not to limp.

I get to my locker, putting my pin in and open it up.

I put my maths book in and English since I have that right after maths.

Suddenly, my locker been slammed shut and I flinch at the harshness.

Zayn and Niall stands their shit eating smirk on their face as I look down at my feet, ready for my daily routine.

"Hello loser" what the hell.

"Ready" Zayn spoke cracking his knuckles.

"Pl-ease" I beg while tears form in my eyes.

"What was that boy, didn't hear you" Zayn chuckles his ear close to my face and I stay quite as they laugh and Zayn pulls away.

But soon claimed down as Niall throws his first punch at my stomach, I fall to the floor crying for help but no one helped, no one cared.

As they beat the shit out of me and every one chanting. As they just watch me cry for help, were are teachers to stop this.

"Boys like you need to die" Zayn spat and delivered one last kick in the hip and I scream and they run of same as everyone else as bell goes. I sit up crying into my hands.

I didn't go to first lesson and theirs only 42 minutes left until it finishes.

The only reason i didn't want to go because Zayn and Niall is in with me.

But next lesson I don't but I do with Louis.

I slowly pull my knees to my chest as i whimper and lay back in the toilet stalls wall crying.

I miss my mum, why did she leave me with that filthy man, why want she comfort me whenever he beats me up at middle of the night, when he goes to work or goes drinking. I'm a 16 year old boy, who gets bullied by everyone and gets beaten at home by my mum's boyfriend.