Beneath his Darkness

•I never believed in love at first sight, until the moment I met you.•

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"Harry honey, wake up love time for school!" Harry's mum gently shook him awake smiling as he blinked his eyes open, grabbing his glasses putting them on.

"Hey mum" Harry smiled kissing his mothers cheek softly, he loves his mum, always been a mummy's boy.

"I made you pancakes sweetie, in the kitchen when you're ready." His mum said softly leaving the room to continue working on her story, she's an author who always finds time for her son 16 year old son.

Harry brushed his mop of curly hair out of his eyes, climbing out of bed, putting on his little slip on slippers.

He dawdled out of his room and into the kitchen, where his perfectly made pancakes were waiting, topped with Nutella and strawberries.

After he had eaten all his breakfast and drank his orange juice, he needed to get dressed, in his normal 'nerdy' clothes as people teased at school.

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The rain poured down on Harry as he walked alone, his glasses had rain drops all over them and it was all blurry. Some footy players in his grades drove past, splashing water up onto Harry from the puddle he was standing next to. They honked the horn and laughed as Harry groaned feeling unwanted, and lonely, he needed someone for himself some one to love.

Harry checked his watch, wiping it clear from water droplets. He was late... "Fudge!" Harry murmured under his breath, not wanting to use bad language.

He started sprinting, finally arriving at his classroom, catching his breath. He slowly opened the door trying to be silent. Slowly walking in all eyes on him. "Harry. You're late." His teacher said, arms crossed tapping his foot, girls laughing and guys making rude remarks as he scanned the room.

"Yeah.. Uh sorry." Harry murmured frowning, pushing his wet curls out of his face walking to his seat. Looking next to the usual empty seat beside where he sat, there sat a guy with a beautiful face but tattoos all over his body and a piercing in his lip.

"W-who are are you?" Harry stuttered, looking at the boys detailed tattoos and the black piercing in his lip.

"I'm Louis, who are you?" The boy with tattoos said.

"I'm Harry... Harry styles.." Harry murmured nervously

"Harry! You came late dont go interrupting my class!" The teacher yelled glaring at Harry.

Harry just gave a slight glare back and turned back to the beautiful boy sat beside him, he may be covered in tattoos and peircings but the small boy was definitely beautiful.

Harry never thought of his sexuality, but he didn't think he was homosexual, he'd never imagine it that way. But the butterflies in his tummy and the way Louis took his breath away told him differently.

After class Louis sped out of the room, maybe not a people person? Harry thought curiously, dodging through the crowd to follow the smaller boy.

"What are you looking at princess?" A group of older, big muscly foot ball players pushed Harry laughing at him.

"Lost your tiara?" Another teased laughing and playfully punching each other, but seriously pushing Harry knocking his glasses off to the ground, smashing them.

"You dick!" Harry growled his voice getting lower and hasher, then backing away realizing what he had just said. Picking up his glasses and running away from the bullies who stood there and laughed.

"Louis?" Harry whispered to himself looking at the small boy across the oval leaning against the tree, Harry completely forgot about class his eyes set on Louis the dark mysterious boy. Harry started walking across the oval, eyes not leaving the tattooed boy.

"Hey Lou!" Harry yelled from halfway across the oval.

When Harry finally got to where Louis was leant against the tree he realized Louis wasn't smiling.

"What's wrong Lou?" Harry put his hand on Louis shoulder.

"Don't call me that." Louis said fiercely pushing Harry's hand off his shoulder.

"Oh... Ok?" Harry stammered walking back a bit, giving Louis space.

"Don't you have class?" Louis asked glancing up at the curly headed boy.

"Yeah don't you?" Harry asked smirking at his sassy comment.

"Don't try to be sassy. It's not working for you." Louis smirked patting Harry's shoulder and walking off, leaving the taller boy confused.

Harry caught up to Louis, walking beside him, staring at his face taking in his beauty.

"Harold what on earth are you doing" Louis chuckled, making Harry's heart melt.

"Looking at you duh!" Harry said seriously, still staring at Louis.

Louis looked up to Harry with a strange look on his face, then he looked confused.

"Hey curly, didn't you have glasses before?" Louis asked curiously, looking into Harry's pretty green eyes.

"Oh yeah! They're here, some bullies smashed them." Harry said holding up his broken glasses as Louis frowned.

"Some people just don't understand how to treat others." Louis murmured under his breath shaking his head in disgust.

"Here give me your glasses and ill fix them Harry." Louis said putting out his hand as Harry placed them in his hand, Louis observed them looking at the cracks.

"Hey I'm gunna wag this lesson can't be fucked..." Louis groaned looking up at Harry.

"But that's naughty! You could get suspended! What if you get caught?! No Louis don't! They will destroy you.." Harry blurted out really fast, breathing really fast. Then he realized how late he was to class.

"Louis! I'm late! What do I do?!" Harry said eyes getting teary. He was scared.

"Come with me." Louis said simply and calmly, grabbing Harrys large shaking hand in his smaller, yet strong hand.

Louis led him out of the school grounds, and down an alley way stopping to face Harry.

"Aw don't cry" Louis said wiping the stray tears from Harry's cheeks, Harry's lip trembling.

"You're so cute!" Louis chuckled, pushing the curls out of Harry's face. Harry's heart skipped a beat at the words and died a little at Louis touch.

Louis grabbed Harry's hand again leading the fragile boy to a meadow, it was beautiful filled with green grass and flowers of all colours.

"Here we are!" Louis smiled as he looked around,then at Harry who was still shaking terrified.

"Aw Haz they won't know we're gone" Louis reassured Harry as Harry softly nodded.

Louis bent down picking a small blue flower from the ground, placing it behind Harry's ear.

Harry sat down running his fingers over the grass and flowers, picking a few and making a flower crown.

Louis sat down opposite him watching him create the crown, smiling as he felt himself falling for Harry.

Then realizing he couldn't, he was a fallen angel. He was here to protect Harry not fall in love with the poor boy then leave him when his job is done.

Once Harry had finished his crown he placed it softly on his head of curls, then smiled at Louis.

"Hey Louis! What's this tattoo mean?" He asked pointing to a tattoo written across his collar bones saying 'it is what it is'. Louis shook his head, "it's nothing Harry" he smiled faintly, his head hurting from thinking too much.

Harry laid back looking up at the soft, fluffy clouds floating by. Louis watched him lay there, a pain building in his chest. He just wanted to snuggle into Harry, play with his curls, straddle him, kiss his nose, his soft pink lips. To be the one Harry truly loved, but for sure Harry wasn't gay.