He Dared Me

Chapter 4

A/N: dedicated to @Lashton_Cuddler because she gave me the ideas for this story and also dedicated to pHEAP_The_dARK_Larrie  on ao3 for getting me to get my ass in gear and write

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Louis groaned quietly to himself after Harry left. He sat up and pulled his blankets back up to his chin before laying down again. He curled up under his blankets, quickly getting warm again instead of shivering. He couldn't help but fall back to sleep. He was just so warm and comfortable and he was just happy to be warm again. He barely felt the pain in his side from yesterday's incident with Josh. Louis was just lucky that his friend that usually pitched in, Liam, wasn't there, and neither was Liam's friend Zayn. They were worse than Josh.

He woke up almost an hour and a half later. He jerked awake after having a dream about something. He couldn't remember what it was about, only that it had something to do with the school. Louis suddenly remembered that he had to get going for school because he was already late now. He sighed to himself and went off into his bathroom, bringing a clean shirt and jeans with him. He pulled off the jumper he'd slept in, wincing as he raised his arms too high to be comfortable. He looked in the mirror and grimaced at the black and blue bruises all over the left side of his rib cage. He sighed before going back to his room. He picked up a warm, thick jumper instead of a t-shirt. He tugged it on over his head, trying to keep his arms down so as not to cause himself any more pain. Louis then pulled off his sweatpants to put on his jeans.

He brushed his teeth and straightened his hair a little, trying to look at least a little decent in case Harry decided to come talk to him again. Louis still wondered what Harry could have meant earlier, when he said not to go crying to him. He shook his head to himself and stopped thinking about it. He slipped on his pair of black TOMs, grabbed his backpack, and put his phone into his pocket before walking to school and locking his front door behind himself.

When Louis got to school, he was almost three hours late. He missed his first three periods, including his class with Harry. He walked over to his locker and put his bag down before starting the complicated combination on his lock. He didn't see Zayn and Liam snickering to themselves quietly down the hall, nor did he see Harry watching both him and the other boys. He opened his locker, and right as he picked up a textbook to put into a bag, he was shoved from behind, his face hitting the door, which caused a scratch down his jaw. Louis looked up and went pale and tense.

Liam and Zayn were standing right behind him. Liam smirking, his hands still outstretched from pushing Louis before he lowered them to his sides. Zayn was behind him, laughing at the scratch on Louis' face, the skin around it turning bright red as he felt a bit of blood dribble down his face and onto his neck, though he didn't move to wipe it away. Liam snorted and gripped Louis' jaw harshly. He wiped off some of the blood with his sleeve, but his touch was so harsh and forceful that it made Louis flinch.

"Stay out of the way, faggot," Zayn said, smirking at Liam. Liam was watching Louis still, a devilish grin on his face.

"Watch your back, kid," Liam muttered harshly before shoving Louis back against the lockers again, causing a loud noise before he and Zayn walked away.

Louis sighed and gently touched his stinging face, wincing as he pulled his hand away and saw blood on his fingertips. He wiped his hand on his jeans, thankful they were black. He sighed and finished packing his bag before closing his locker, thankful it wasn't too bad from Liam and Zayn today. He turned to walk towards his classroom and found Harry standing there. He frowned at Harry when he noticed that he'd watched the whole ordeal.

"Thanks so much for your help," Louis seethed, growing angry with the taller boy.

"I told you, Princess," Harry said simply, shrugging a little bit.

"Yeah. You did. And watching them do that and not helping is just you being a dick, so. Just fuck off and find someone else to bother. And quit it with the 'Princess' crap. Don't talk to me," Louis said, his voice filled with anger at Harry.

He turned and stalked off, slinging his bag over his shoulder and keeping a tight grip on it. He walked quickly, hoping Harry wouldn't follow him to his next class. But alas, he did. Harry caught up quickly, his long legs able to take larger steps.

"Look, I didn't mean to come off as an ass-" Harry began.

"Yeah, well, you did. Doesn't matter what you meant," Louis snapped.

"I told you to get up, and you said no. That was me teaching you a lesson. To not disobey."

"Who are you? My dad? God. You're being melodramatic. You're no better than they are for doing nothing," Louis answered.

Louis just shook his head and walked faster, almost running when Harry tried talking to him again. And.. Well, if Louis got seven texts in the span of ten minutes saying "I'm sorry.", no one knows. Louis read the texts and ignored them, knowing he had his settings to show that he'd opened and read the messages, but he didn't care.