don't let me go [larry stylinson story]

The curly haired boy was fast asleep in his bed, dreaming pleasant dreams of actually not getting bruised and cut anymore, but of course those lovely dreams had to come to an end when the alarm buzzed and sent Harry out of his bed and onto the floor. He groaned, never getting used to that 7:15 alarm in the morning. He stood up and walked over to his mirror, looking at the new bruise that formed over night from getting beaten the day before by a group of douche bags.

Harry was only fourteen, and practically helpless. He was tall and lanky, and had chocolate brown curls. He had the most amazing smile and adorable dimples, and piercing green eyes, even though he thought less than highly of his facial features.

He slipped on a plain white tee shirt and tight black skinny jeans, like he always wore. He put on a gold chain that his father gave to him and slipped it under his t-shirt, smiling at his appearance. Harry really didn't think he was attractive, so he knew he was never going to get a boyfriend. Yes, Harry was gay and not proud of it. He was pretty much the only openly gay guy in his school.

He sighed quietly to himself and walked over to his bed, plopping down on it. He picked up a framed picture next to him on his bedside dresser and smiled weakly at it, the picture was of him and his best friend Louis. Even though Louis was two years older than Harry, they had been best friends since grade school. He held the picture close to his chest and cried silently for a few minutes. Louis had only two classes with Harry, so they didn't see each other often at school besides lunch, where they would sit out in the court yard and make each other laugh. Harry enjoyed those days the most, when he would be just with Louis. Louis. He was perfect, and Harry was so glad to have him as a best mate, though sometimes he wishes Louis was more than to him, a boyfriend.

Harry knew that was never going to happen. He finally set the picture down; he gathered his stuff and headed out the door, bracing the chilly air. He wrapped his jacket tightly around himself and shivered, desperately wanting one of Louis' warm hugs. He walked up to the stop sign and waited until the bus came. When it finally did, he was freezing. He hopped on the bus and sat down in his seat, which was towards the back. He sighed as he spotted the group that had beaten him up yesterday sitting in the back, anxiously waiting for Harry's arrival.

"Aww is little baby Harry cold?" One of the guys named Josh sneered. Harry rolled his eyes, "Just leave me alone," He said simply and sat down, putting his headphones in his ear.

The other boy in the group, Dan, snickered. "Why don't you check what's in front of you princess!" He laughed. Harry looked at the seat in front of him and fluttered his eyes shut, disturbed by the threat. 'The fag should die.' It read.

Harry felt the tears welling up in his eyes as he cried softly; he was never good with handling threats, and this one hurt. He desperately wished Louis was by his side. The older boy could handle Harry's bullies well, always having fights with them to defend Harry. It made Harry feel special that someone actually cared for him. He felt loved in a way. Louis wasn't Harry's only friend though. The younger boy was actually very skilled at making friends. They didn't mind that Harry was gay, they actually thought it was cool that someone could come out of the closet and be prepared for all the hate.

Harry was falling asleep to his music, trying his best to ignore all of the comments the bullies were saying behind him. When he finally did, he fell back into his dream state dreaming of none other than Louis Tomlinson. Harry dreamed of kissing the boy, and falling onto a bed with him, touching him freely and savoring the boy's lips. Harry sighed deeply in his sleep, smiling weakly. "Mmm Louis," He mumbled and moved his body slightly. The dream continued, the boy's stripping each other and giving one another lap dances, whispering dirty things into the other's ear, yes, Harry was enjoying this so much even if it was only a dream.