Instantly Falling For You l.s

Chapter 68

Louis' P.O.V

"Tommo!" I heard someone yelled as I was making my way up the stairs of the school. I turned around and found Ashton running towards me, I started walking towards the door but Ashton pulled me back.

"Are you seriously gonna walk in there?" Ashton raised a brow and I looked at him curiously.

"Yeah..." i jerked his hand away and Ashton bit his lip.

"Do you even know what you got yourself into?" Ashton asked me, I let out a small laugh and Ashton ran a hand through his hair.

"Louis i'm not fucking around, everyone is gonna hate you now that they saw those picture of you and Harry" Ashton laid his back onto the brick wall and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What are you talking about? What pictures?" I put my hand in my pocket waiting for Ashton to speak up.

"Oh you haven't got them?" Ashton pulled out his phone and I nodded a no, Ashton went through his phone and gave me the phone. My eyes quickly widen with a loud gasp coming out of my mouth. Who the fuck took these picture!

"Who sent these to you?" I quickly glanced at Ashton and he shrugged his shoulders

"How the fuck would you not know who sent these to you Ashton!" I raised my voice and Ashton put his hands up in defense.

"An unknown number sent them, I swear" Ashton looked scared and I gave him his phone back opening the door of the school, I noticed people were staring at me with disbelief and I glared at them. I made my way to Harry's locker as he was grabbing his books. I closed the locker harshly making him jump, he looked up at me and a small smile appeared on his face but quickly frowned when he saw my anger.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked and I laughed.

"Trying to act innocent you fucking shit" I grabbed his shirt and slammed him onto the locker. Harry was terrified he looked at me with widen eyes, his shaky pale hands grabbing mine trying to push me away.

"Louis, you're hurting me" Harry whimpered and I threw him onto the floor, Harry glanced up at me with teary eyes. I bent down with a glared burning into his eyes.

"I'm not done with you, faggot" I kicked him on the stomach and walked away leaving a terrified Harry behind.

The bell rang and I walked to my first period class ignoring the stares. I sat in the back of the class waiting for everyone to walk into the classroom. As the late bell rang Harry walked in and I raised a brow at him, Harry looked at everyone but me. He slowly walked towards the back of the class, as he was walked to the back, he makes it halfway until Abel pulled out his leg and Harry tumbled to the floor making all his stuff fall out of his hands. His glasses fall off his nose and Harry searches for them. Struggling to find them Harry pats his hands onto the floor trying to feel the glasses. Just as Harry was about to grab his glasses Abel presses his foot down onto Harry's hand, harry looks up and looks like he's about to cry, Abel let out an evil laugh and to so so fucking honest i wanted to punch him on the throat.

"I bet you like being on your fucking knees, fucking slut" Harry tries to move his hand away but fails as Abel presses his feet harder onto his hand. The glasses seem to hurt Harry because I noticed blood was coming out of his palm, I was gonna speak up but I closed my mouth quickly. Abel spit on Harry and finally got off his hand and Harry just sat there grabbing his glasses with is palm bleeding. He quickly stood up and bent down to get his books from the floor, Harry looked up at me and a tear ran down his cheek and he quickly wiped it off rushing out the door.

Harry's P.O.V

I dont know what is going on with Louis but I was upset when he pushed me into the lockers. He had anger written all over his face and I've never really seen him like this. I walked towrads my furst period class which meant I was gonna have to face Louis. When I got to my class I noticed that the teacher wasnt there but almost the whole class was, I glanced at Louis and I saw his eyes staring back at me. I quicky looked away, and slowly walked to the back of the class but stumbled over a foot. I fell to the floor with my glasses flying off my face, I heard people laughing and calling me names. I patted around the floor looking for my glasses, I felt the familiar fugure and grabbed them, just as I was about to pick them up I felt a hard pressure on my hand that made me whimper. I looked up and saw a blurry figure staring down at me, My eyes got watery because of the pain that was running through my hand.