Break Into Me [ Larry Stylinson AU ]

Chapter 2

My next class is gym and I'm not to happy about it. I walk into the locker room and put my gym clothes in my locker I received. It doesn't take long for me to get into trouble.

"What's up fag?" I hear a deep voice say while pushing me into the lockers. I hit my head and start to get dizzy but shake the feeling off.

"Don't call me that." I spit back at him. I turn around to see a lad a bit taller than me with black hair standing a little to close for my comfort.

"And why not? I bet you are a fag." He says with a smirk as he walks closer.

"I said don't fucking call me that." I push him back with more force than I intended and he stumbles backwards and trips on a bench.

"What the hell!" He screams and stands up. I can tell he's beyond pissed as he walks back towards me. He grips my shirt and pushes me into the lockers again, harder this time.

"Listen up you little bitch. I don't want you to ever try to stand up to me again. You're just a little fag. I don't have time for your shit. This is my school. Understand?"

He's right in my face and it's pissing me off. I told myself I wasn't taking shit from anyone this year. So I do the only thing I can think of.

I knee him in the crotch as hard as I can and watch him double over in pain. As he staggers up, I punch him square in the face before he has the chance to do anything.

"I told you not to call me that." I say shaking my head before walking towards the exit.

"Mr. Tomlinson. I expect you in my office. Now." A man says from the doorway. I recognize him from this morning. He's Mr. Rotz, the principal. Well, shit. I sigh and walk up the hallway to his office.

***

"Louis, I understand it's your first day here but I expected more from you. Getting a detention in algebra and then beating up a student in the locker room? Unacceptable." Mr. Rotz scolds me.

"But sir, it wasn't my fault. I wouldn't beat up a random kid, I don't even know his name. He came up to me and -"

"Enough!" He cuts me off. "I don't want to hear excuses. You've given Mr. Malik a broken nose and I'm sorry but you have to serve a weeks detention."

"A week?!" Shit, my mom is going to murder me.

***

I sit down in the back of the room with a sigh. I have a free class right now and I'm just trying to get all my homework done. I guess I could do it in detention... That's utter bullshit, I can't believe I got a weeks detention. The bloke deserved it.

I finish up most of my homework. I only have algebra left. Ugh, I hate algebra. I'm never going to need it. And it's so confusing. I don't get how Harry does it!

Harry.

I put away my homework and take out my notebook with my started drawing of Harry. I continue to work on it and let my thoughts wonder.

He probably thinks I hate him. I don't. I think I might be developing a small crush on him. Anyone would, he's basically sex on legs.

He might not even be gay. I'm openly gay, but I bet he's really good with the ladies. He probably already has a gorgeous girlfriend.

But what do I care? I don't want a boyfriend anyway. I don't even want friends! But why can't I get him off my mind?

I sigh as the bell rings and I head out the classroom in search for the room in which detention will be held. I'm both excited and nervous to see Harry again. Even though I know he hates me.