Harry's POV
I laid my head down on my desk, listening to my history teacher, who's about a million years old, drone on and on about some boring war.
I winced, because my eye, the one that my bullies punched, started throbbing again. I can't wait until the black cleared up and my eye goes back to normal again.
See, my name is Harry Styles. I'm 18, I go to school in Chesire, and I'm regularly bullied because I'm openly gay.
It's usually not that bad, I just have to suffer people calling me faggot or gay boy, but there's two certain people who like to make my life a living hell. Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson.
I only have one friend, Liam Payne. He doesn't mind that I'm gay, and Zayn and Louis leave him alone. He's not popular, but he's not a loser like me. He actually has a girlfriend, Danielle. She's gorgeous and the sweetest thing ever. She sometimes joins us for lunch, since she doesn't go to our school.
Finally, the bell shook me out of my thoughts, signaling I could go home from this torture chamber. Liam knows I'm bullied, he tries & stops it, but to no avail.
Fag.
Gay boy.
Faggot.
Go kill yourself.
Nobody wants you.
Those are the things kids yell at me as I leave the school. I hang my head and trudge home.
Believe me, I want to kill myself. The only thing that's stopping me is my boyfriend, Niall Horan.
But the thing is, I've never met Niall in person. He lives in Ireland. We Skype daily, but I'd give anything to have him here with me. He's the only person who keeps me going, who helped me stop cutting.
I bet you're wondering what he looks like. Well, he has brown hair, quiffed up with the tips dyed blonde. He has crystal blue eyes that I often find myself getting lost in. He has the straightest teeth, he used to have braces, but not anymore. I thought he was adorable with braces. His smile lights up any room, and it rarely ever leaves his face.
I perk up at the thought of talking to him. As soon as I get home from school everyday, we Skype. Sometimes on Sundays, we Skype all day. It's so much fun.
I open my front door and walk into the kitchen, where my mum is. "Hey Mum, I'm home," I say.
She turns around from whatever she's cooking. "Harry, baby! How was school?" she asks, wiping her hand on a cloth.
"The usual," I said half heartedly.
"Did they do anything to you today?" she asked, concerned. She knew about my bullies and she talked to the principal who seems to always turn a blind eye.
I shook my head. "Nah, but my eye hurts. Can I have a ice pack please?"
She nods and gives it to me. "Now go on upstairs, you don't want to keep Niall waiting," she gave a big smile. I mirrored her expression. My mum knew about mine and Niall's relationship. She also is good friends with Maura, Niall's mum. She made sure Niall wasn't some creeper, and she approves of the relationship, as does Maura. Maura is so nice, she and my mum get along great.
I bounded up the stairs, and launched myself into my chair & logged onto my Skype account. I saw Niall was already on, & I video called him.
He accepted and waved at me. "Hey, Harry." he beamed
"Hey, babe. What are you up to lately" I asked.
He shrugged "Not much. Hey, what's happened to your eye?"
