[REWRITING] Help Me So I Can Rise Again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2 - Show Must Go On

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DRINK

- LOUIS POV -

I run to my home even though it's still hard to breath. I open the door and I start to run to my room crying of course.

"Had a nice day, sweetie?" my mom shouts from kitchen.

"No! Leave me alone!" I shout back as I jump to my bed.

I cry until I take my buzzing phone from my pocket.

"Lou, how was your first day?" Eleanor asks as I answer to call.

"Awful" I simply answer.

"Ow, what's wrong?" she asks and sounds worried.

Oh I love her so much.

"Everything was fine at first.. But then, after school, one guy from my class called me fag and said that if I come close to him, he'll hurt me" I say and I feel tears again.

"But you're not gay, right?" Eleanor asks carefully.

To be honest, yes, I'm gay. Eleanor is just good way to hide it and besides, I like her as a sister so it's great to hang out with her.

But it hurts to know that El cares about me, but I can't return the feelings to her.

"No, of course not" I say with a fake laugh and Eleanor laughs with me.

"You already scared me" She laughs and I feel something turning in my stomach. "By the way, I don't think we can meet today"

"What? Why?" I ask but that's also a relief.

I just wanna cry in my bed alone for forever and let nobody see mee, okay?

"Umm.. I have to meet somebody.." She mutters.

"Wait... You seem to hesitate. Are you cheating on me?" I ask even though I know she wouldn't do that. Ever.

"No, no, no. Of course no, Louis. I'm meeting my best friend. Okay, I gotta go, bye" She says with a small laugh and she hang up.

"Well that was weird" I say to myself as I sit up and I take a deep breath.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

I try to comfort myself.

He can't judge me, because he don't know me. As Jessica said, he's just a big bully. He bully everyone.

Only god can judge me.

But the part what hurts me most, is the fact that I'm going back.

Few years ago, I was bullied. They called me 'queer' and 'fag' and 'homo'. They beated me up. Every day I came to home with bruises all over my body.

Nobody cared. They just let them beat me up until I had to go to doctor.

Teachers started to notice it. They started to look after me, and they stopped beating the shit out of me, but they kept calling me with mean names.

One Day, I stood up for myself and they stopped everything.

They got scared.

But now, everything is going back. Because of Harry.

What the Hell I'm gonna do?

- HARRY POV -

Just before our music class starts, I see who comes inside. Louis glares at me, and I just smirk at him. He sighs and walks to his seat.

"Now, when everyone is here, I can happily say, that finally we can start our projects!" Mrs. Cross says smiling. "But we have now one other change"

"Please say that we'll have new partners" I pray.

"No, Mr. Styles, and stop interrupting my class" Mrs. Cross says. "You'll do two songs. Now, when I say place where you'll practise, you'll go there right now and you'll start to think about what you'll sing. First, Mr. Tomlinson and Mr. Styles, you'll go to auditorium, you can go"

Louis literally jump from his seat and quickly walk away. 

I sigh and I lazily follow him.

Soon we sit on the auditorium and I look at Louis who won't move his gaze away from his notebook.

"What are  you writing?" I ask.

"I'm thinking what we could sing" he says and glares at me. 

"I thought we'd pick the songs together" I say. 

"Oh, well anyway, I was thinking about 'How to Save a Life' by The Fray" he says. 

I love the song. 

"Oh so gay" I chuckle. 

"Shut up" he mutters and he blush. 

"I wonder how you still dare to come here" I say and I mean how I tried to beat shit out of him yesterday.

"Well, show must go on, Styles. It was my first day and I know how to act with bullies. Yes, I've been bullied" he says. 

"I don't doubt that. You're fag anyways" I say and I look away when he glares at me. 

"Why you can't even try to be nice?" he asks and I think I hear his voice shaking a little bit but I guess it was nothing. 

"Because you're fag, so I don't care. Mind if I smoke some?" I ask. 

"Uh, yeah?" he says like it'd be obvious.

I take my cigarettes anyways and I smoke one. 

After that, I see that Louis have drawn something to his notebook. Or should I say someone. 

"Who's that?" I ask as I point girl with long curly hair in his book. 

"It's none of your business. Just leave me alone" he begs. 

"Listen, you queer. Do you think I even wanna be here with you? No. I don't wanna be here with some worthless shit. I wanna be with someone who's not mistake" I say and I glare at him. 

Louis' eyes are now wide open. Oops.. Maybe I was little too harsh... I see how tears are falling down his cheeks. 

-LOUIS POV-

Oh no, no he didn't said that. He couldn't. 

No.

Just no. 

"A-At least I'm not a manwhore"  I try to say back and I can see how he gets angrier. 

I swallow waiting for a new fight. 

"You're fag. Nobody wants you here. Even your parents hates you so much that they sent you here. Far away from your old school so no one would think that you're their son. They're ashamed that some kind of fag is their son. Maybe you should go to your little closet and die" he says. 

"M-Maybe I should..." I whisper as I run away with my backbag. 

I run to bathroom crying. I take razor from my backbag and I hesitate. 

I've done this only few times. Few times what were enough apparently. I've had enough practise. 

This was it. This. Was. It. 

Nobody wants me here. 

Nobody. 

I press the razor on my wrist. 

"Goodbye Harry" I whisper.

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