Not My Type - A Larry Fanfiction

1: Need your phone

AN: I seriously hate this chapter. I write like shit that's for sure. Well, I hope you guys will like this, It's like, probably one of my firsts real Larry fanfictions. Leave a comment if you liked it :) xx

Louis sat in his chair and blinked quickly, trying to keep himself from falling asleep. He could hear his teacher ramble about nonsense as he quickly turned to see he wasn’t the only student sleeping or trying not to.

Except this one kid, Harry.

He’s so weird, he thought. Louis was not used to seeing someone who seemed bored, but interested at the same time. He can’t say Harry didn’t have a nice face, but let’s say his nerd clothing and actions are by far not Louis’s type. He turned back to face the front of the classroom and stared at the clock. Ugh, still 20 minutes to go, he thought.

He received a piece of paper on his desk and unfolded it to see Zayn’s handwriting.

Look at that Harry guy haha he’s such a looser.

Louis turned to Zayn as the black haired teenager winked at the brunet. The blue eyed boy turned to Harry to see the boy scribbling on his paper some words the teacher said. Louis chuckled and Harry lifted his head up to look at him. Louis’ smile faded away as he saw Harry’s confusion. The light haired boy smirked at Harry as the green in his eyes seemed hurt.

Louis turned back to the piece of paper and scribbled some words.

Did you see his face when I laughed? OMG he was hurt haha

Louis sent the paper to Niall to send it to Liam to send it to Zayn. He stared at Zayn to see his reaction and the brown eyed boy chuckled silently. Louis turned to face the front of the class with confidence as he heard the bell ring. He picked up his books quickly and walked slowly out of class.

Harry hurried his steps to get out before Louis and Zayn. Louis watched him exit and he and his friend followed him to his locker. They pushed the nerd against his locker as Harry seemed to be used to it as his face scrunched in pain.

“Hey Nerdy,” Zayn said, pushing him once more.

Harry knew better than to answer as he kept silent. He knew Zayn and Louis since primary, but in high school they started bullying him.

“You seemed hurt when I laughed at you in class,” Louis said in a childish pouty face.

Harry shut his eyes closed, waiting for Zayn or Louis to push him once more.

“I’m sparing you today nerdy, but don’t expect that to happen ever again,” Louis said before rushing to his own locker.

Zayn laughed as he went his own way to his locker. Louis quickly did his code and looked behind his shoulder to see Harry sniffing and wiping tears. The light brunet kind of felt bad, but ignored it as he got his lunch bag. He quickly closed his locker as he ran towards Zayn. Zayn greeted him in a small smile.

“Hey Nick! You should’ve seen Harry’s face! It was to die for!” Laughed Zayn as Nick approached them

Nick was a lovely boy with dark brown hair who was basically the most sarcastic person on this earth. He was nice, but he too would bully Harry until he cries. Nick smiled and shoved Zayn playfully.

Zayn laughed as Louis leaned against the lockers. He saw Harry take his nerdy glasses off and wipe his tears. He played in his hair, showing the curls he had naturally. Louis had to blink twice, thinking he saw someone completely different.

“Louis?” Zayn said, bringing Louis back to earth.

Louis shook his head and smiled sweetly. He followed Zayn and Nick towards the huge and student filed cafeteria.  They walked to their usual table as Nick grabbed their lunch for them. He came back with six slices of pizza, two for each. Louis smiled as he saw his slice (vegetarian) arrive. He jumped at them and devoured them as quickly as he could.

“My my Louis, you were hungry,” Zayn said with a fake surprised voice.

“Hungry? You mean starving!” he answered, laughing.

Zayn smiled as they ate their pizzas. They talked about Harry for a couple minutes, thinking about a new plan to tease him again. He was once again sitting alone at his table, playing in his salad as he was playing on his cellphone.

“Boys, I need to go for five minutes,” Louis said, a plan in mind.

He walked up to Harry as the nerd looked up at him and gulped. He shut his eyes, sure that Louis was going to punch him.

“I’m not going to punch you, you dummy,” Louis said reassuringly. “I just need your phone and everything will be fine.”

“What?” It wasn’t really a question.

“You heard me. Give me your phone,” Louis said menacingly.

“No.”

Louis gasped. Never had Harry said no, nor has he ever tried to talk back to Louis. He just gave him what he wanted and wished he could be left alone for once.

“You heard me Louis. No,” Harry said, repeating.

“Want to do this the hard way? Fine.”

“No. No I don’t. I’m just sick and tired of you guys bullying me for no reason! I’m sorry I look like a nerd, I’m sorry I need glasses and I’m sorry I put gel in my hair! I’m sorry I try to do well in school, okay?” Harry said as Louis saw tears coming in the green eyed boy. “I never insulted you; I never even touched you until one day you decided to come push me! You don’t know how miserable I’ve felt for the past four years Louis! You act like you’re this fucking super strong guy, but you’re not! The only way you make yourself strong is by treating other people like shit!”

Louis had nothing to answer. He just stared at Harry and he could’ve sworn he saw smoke coming out of the nerdy boy. Louis grabbed Harry’s phone and ran off to the men’s bathroom.

He went quickly into his messages to find messages with Hannah, Louis’ ex and Harry’s BFF, the conversation starting during second period.

It happened again. It fucking happened again. He just can’t stop, I don’t understand!, Harry texted.

He’s a pussy Harry, the only way to make him shut up is by confronting him alone. Without his ‘friends’, he’s worthless, Hannah answered.

Louis was hurt by the message Hannah sent, he truly thought she’d stick up for him.

Why does he do this? He did it even when he was with you I just... I don’t get it. I try so hard to be invisible and fuck he always finds a way to see me!

That’s the main reason why I broke up with him. I love you Harry, and I’m sorry he makes you go through this. If I could help, I will.

I love you too Hannah.

Now, go eat lunch and confront that asshole.

What if he tries to beat me up?

Text me.

It took Harry twenty minutes before answering:

He’s coming towards me.

Louis re-read the ‘I love you’s over fifty times he thinks. Harry and Hannah were dating? That just wasn’t possible.

The blue eyed boy tried to understand but things did link up. Louis was going to beat up Harry, whether Hannah likes it or not.

He heard footsteps enter the bathroom and someone sit on the toilet next to his. He heard sobs and someone crying. He could swear he heard the person mumble. Louis got his head over the little wall things that separated each toilet to see Harry crying.

“Fucking Tomlinson,” He heard him say. “No matter what I do, no matter how fucking hard I try, to him I’m just his punching bag.”

“Shut up Styles.”

Harry looked up quickly to see Louis looking over at him rolling his eyes. Harry was really surprised Louis even knew his last name. He wiped his tears off and exited the toilet quickly, leaving Louis alone once again.