The Neighbors

Chapter 51

*Harry's POV**

I cracked my back on the chair after the bell rang and packed my study guides into my bag. I will have a lot of studying to do because finals start tomorrow and its going to be a pain in the arse. But luckily, at the end of the week it will be summer vacation and I can spend endless hours with my boyfriend.

I slide my bag over my shoulder and left to the hallway. A few people have asked me how my girlfriend was feeling and Im assuming they thought I was Noah because the whole school is buzzing on about Shea's accident. I feel really bad that she was hurt, but even worse that my brother acted up just minutes after. He's been so calm since we've moved here. Its like he was finally turning back into the person he was before our father's death. I guess something just ticked in his head and sent him back into that state of temporary anger.

I make my way to my next class, it is unfortunately across the school. I see Shea talking with that ginger girl, Jasmine? I give her a quick smile that she returns and continue my walk.

"Fag," a dumb jock mumbles as he walks passed me.

"Excuse me?" I ask and turn around.

"Listen foreigner, it's in the bible, god hates fags," he says with a disgusting smirk. I know that the words are meant to hurt me directly, but they don't as much as they hurt me through Louis. I know that Louis has known he's liked men for some time now and it's offensive for them to call who he is by such a harsh word. I am also offended by the fact that he says god hates us. If anybody in this conversation is getting into heaven it will certainly not be him. That's ridiculous.

I simply turn around to continue walking to my class. He doesn't deserve to be acknowledged.

"Are you embarrassed that a guy like me is talkin' to ya? Listen, I'm not a fag so don't worry, I wasn't hitting on you," He says with a disgusting cockiness to him. I can't believe some people believe that every homosexual person of the same gender as them is going to be interested.

"I have a boyfriend and I'm sorry, but Im not interested," I say without turning around to face him.

"Whatever you say, faggot," he says and I sigh, but continue to walk to class. I don't need to be bothered by some dirtbag like him.

"Fag," another random guy murmurs while I walk past him. Some of the people from this town are rather narrow minded.

I make it to my next class and sit down. I take out my leather journal and write down the word 'fag'. The word alone annoys me. I scribble it out multiple times to take out my anger.

"Hey," Shea greets as she joins me in history. I return the 'hello' and quickly put away my journal.

As class goes on my mind is filled with irritated thoughts. Louis and I are happy and I don't see how that's any different from straight happiness.

At the end of class I gather my things and prepare to walk to my English class that I have with Louis.

"Princess," I hear another camo-clad douchebag say as I walk by. I wonder if when Louis came out it was anything like this. If so I'd be really upset. I don't want to think of people hurting my boobear.

I hit a body and mumble a 'sorry' before going back to my path.

"Look where you're going, homo," the guy says.

C'mon. This is ridiculous.

I speed walk to English class and hold back the tears that are stinging in my eyes.

As soon as I arrive to class Louis smiles and when I set my bag somewhat roughly on the desk he has a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong Hazza?" he asks me.

"Nothing, there are some very rude peers in this school," I say and slump into my seat.

"Have they said anything to you? I will beat their ass if the-"

"It's not like that, I've just gotten a few rude comments in the hallway," I admit and cross my arms to put my chin on.

"Oh, are you okay?" he asks and rubs my shoulder soothingly enough to stop the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes.

"I'm fine, I just can't believe some people are so narrow minded," I say.

"Don't worry Haz, not everybody is. When I came out I'd gotten a few rude comments and I still do sometimes, but just feel bad for them because they will never understand the way that I love you," he says and I instantly perk up.

"The way that you.. what?" I ask with a smirk.

"Oh my god," he puts his head on his desk.

"Boobear?" I shake his shoulder.

"I love you, Harry," his muffled words come through his sleeve.

"Really?!" I ask excitedly.

We'd never said 'I love you' to each other. It's a great sound.

"Yes Harry, of course I love you," he looks up at me.

"I love you too boobear," I say and my smile is so big that its already beginning to hurt me, and from the looks of it, Louis hurts him too.

"I wanted to tell you some place romantic," he says and looks like he wants to pout, but he's smiling so big that it doesn't matter.

"Noah asked Shea to be his girlfriend in a bowl of mashed potatoes," I tell him, my brother doesn't quite understand romance,"any way that you'd said it would be more romantic than that," I say and he plants a quick kiss to my lips while the bell rings.

"I love you," I mumble with a smile on my face while the teacher starts class.

**Logan's POV**

"Fag," the second student today calls me. He must have confused me for Harry and confused Harry for a fag. Harry is homosexual, but not a fag.

"Please don't use that word," I say to the boy in cowboy boots.

"Why not, faggot?" He says.

"It's not a nice word and it in now way describes me or my brother, who I think you've confused me with," I explain as I head to my last period class.

"It probably runs in your blood then, fag," he says. I groan and leave him to go to class.

**Noah's POV**

"I've been asked how it feels to have a 'fag brother' twice today," I tell Shea while we work on our study guides.

"That's ridiculous, I can't believe some people," she says as she rubs her temples, clearly annoyed with the other students.

"I was this close to punchi-" I start but she cuts me off with a sour stare. She's still upset with me for fighting Zayn. Why wouldn't she be? It was only yesterday.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"It's okay, do you think Harry's gotten any shit from these people?" she asks.

"If he has then Ill go crazy," I say. The thought of people giving my brother shit for who his is sickens me.

"I hope they haven't," she says.

"I do too," I say and fill in the bubble for an answer.

((I haven't written in FOREVER

If you could all do me a favor: check out my new fanfic:)

Floor 12

Floor 12

Floor 12

Floor 12

Please check it out for me:)

It would mean a lot. I've been working hard and Id say its even better than this story))