Safe
*Harry's POV*
I looked at him, the boy, the simple boy who was the only one on the bus. I stepped down the isle, passing the bus seats one by one, reaching the middle as I turned to face the boy. The boy with the straight brown hair and big beautiful blue-green eyes, through his black glasses.
"C-can I sit with you?" I asked him as the bus picked up speed, soon to be stopping at another stop with more teenagers like us.
"Oh, sure," The boy said, moving his stuff over on his lap, as I took the seat, both of us staring at the brown leather material in front of us.
The bus came to a halt at the next stop, pushing the boy and I forward. He was so beautiful, the most beautiful I had ever seen in my life. The true definition of perfection.
"I-I, I never got your name," I said quietly, so only us two could hear after the other people got onto the bus.
"It's Louis," The boy said seriously, playing with his fingers.
"I'm Harry," I said happily, smiling at him nicely.
Louis nodded with a half smile, and started to unzip his backpack.
I turned over to the people getting on the bus, minding my own business, not Louis'.
"Hey look, it's Harry!" A girl called to me, stopping in front of my seat. I watched Louis look up under his glasses, and I turned and sweetly waved to her.
"Hi!"
The girl rolled her eyes and said, "You think this is a joke? Your such an ugly annoying loser," The girl started laughing at me, her friends joining in.
"Louis, you don't need to sit with him. Come sit with us babe," She sweet talked to Louis.
I looked over to Louis, sadness in my eyes, and he shook his head, gathering his things and getting out of the seat.
"C'mon Louis," The girl said, kissing Louis' cheek, as he watched me sit there, walking away to the back of the bus.
It was back to my normal days, the days I went through my whole middle school years, the days I knew were coming this year, my freshman year.
Nobody liked me, I just didn't understand. I tried to be nice to everybody, but nobody excepted me.
I mean I was gay, yes, but nobody knew that part of me. Not even my own parents. And I tried not to express it too much, but it was hard since I had had a crush on the most popular guy in school, Josh Danes. He was so perfect, and I always had a feeling he liked me, always thought that his girlfriend was just a cover up so no one would bully him.
The bus came to another complete stop right at the high school I was starting. I was so nervous, but excited to see my friends. Well, my friend.
I got off the bus, holding my backpack so it would stay up on my shoulders.
I turned around to wait for Louis to get off, but I saw him laughing and holding hands with another girl, that mean girl.
I stared at them as the wind blew my curls, and Louis lost his smile as he stared at me, starting to run up to him.
"Hi Louis!" I exclaimed happily to him.
Louis' "friend" dropped his hand and walked up to me, shoving my chest as I nearly tripped myself.
"Harry nobody likes you, not even Louis. He told me on the bus, so stop trying because your just an ugly loser that won't get anything," She said laughing, and I couldn't help but to let tears fall from my eyes.
"Don't cry you big baby," She laughed, and walked off over to Louis.
I looked at Louis, thinking he'd come to me, but I was wrong. Instead he sighed, and walked up to school, leaving me there, crying.
