Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

F O U R

A/N : Slight trigger warning x

H A R R Y

Walking into school, everyone stares at me. And I don't mean like the "Ooh baby he cute" kind of stare. They were giving me a "wtf is wrong with him" look.

Was it what I was wearing? Skinny jeans, my Teenage Runaway sweater and biker boots were normal at this school, even for straight guys. Zayn wore them all the time.

I walk to my locker, and everyone who was in that area clears away.

"Did you read the school newspaper this morning?" I hear, and turn my hearing to the two girls whispering to my right.

Talking about the Wednesday newspaper? Strange.

"No.. Why?"

"Someone put in there Marcel cuts himself."

My eyes widened and I opened my locker, slower than usual, trying to process this. Who would put that in there? How did they know?

I see Louis hanging around the restrooms, which are usually always empty.

I storm over and grab him by the collar, pulling him in the boys room. I slam the door behind us, and push him back.

"It was you, wasn't it?!" I yell and he flinches back from me.

Suddenly, a boy runs in front of us, saying "I just wanted to pee! Don't hit me!" Quite defending as he ran out.

"What do you mean?" Louis asks calmly, once the boy is gone.

"The newspaper. It was you. I know it."

"It wasn't!"

"Then who was it?!"

"I... I can't tell you.." Louis said pushing me aside as he walked out. I slumped against the wall, slipping down until I sat on the ground, my knees to my chest.

It was only the second week.

I'm over.

Done for.

The tears began streaming down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away with my sleeves but it didn't work.

The bell rang, and the sound of footsteps rang through my ears. Someone was coming.

I scrambled to my feet, but slipped and fell as the door opened.

"Styles? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Why do you care, Zayn?"

Zayn sighed and took my hand, pulling me off my bum.

"I may be rude, but I'm actually a nice guy. We all have our dark sides. Wait.. You've been crying.."

"No I haven't..." I said, looking away.

"Yes you have! Did someone hurt you? Who?!"

"Why do you care?!"

"Because I just do."

I rolled my eyes, ripping a paper towel from the dispenser and wiping them. My eyes, I mean.

Zayn sighed. "Guessing you read the paper."

"Nope." I told him sarcasitcally, glaring hard.

I pushed past him and stormed off to a place I knew I could go. A place I wouldnt get judged.

--

I knocked on the door to Mr. Paynes room and soon I saw his beautiful face staring down at me. Beautiful? Crap. Here come the feelings.

He obviously saw my pained expression, because he shut the door and put his hand on my shoulder.

"M-Mr Payne... The n-newsp-newspaper!"

"I know.." He said softly, in a quite comforting manner. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight.

His voice was soft and sweet as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear, almost instantly calming me before the panic attack would've began.

"D-Do you k-know?"

"Do I know what, love?"

"Who did it?"

"No.. I wish I did..I hate seeing you this way. You've always been my favorite student, Harry. " He said quietly and I nodded.

He took his arms away, and I instantly felt cold.

"Get to class, lovely."

I nodded again, looking down as I walked from him.

A few kids, maybe one or two, were still left in the hallway, still struggling with their lockers.

I gripped my backpack strap, my breathing shaky.

What should I do?

What was there to do?

I walked to Mr. Sheerans room, walking in and plopping in my seat.

"Hello, Styles. We were just taking up homework"

"H-Homework?"

"Yes. Do you have it?"

"N-No sir..."

Mr. Sheeran sighed, writing me a pink slip.

"Beginning hours detention." He said, sliding it on my desk.

I stood from my seat, tripping on the leg of my desk. I fell front wards, blocking anything too bad with my elbows, but hurting them pretty bad.

Louis grimaced before turning away and talking to Eleanor, some girl in our class who thinks she's better than anybody else.

Zayn reached his hands out and I took them, mine trembling in his as I stood and he stood with me.

"Malik, walk him down," Sheeran said and Zayn nodded, letting go of my hands.

Once out of the room and down the hall a bit, he bit his lip and pushed me gently against one of the hall walls.

"Z-Zayn what are y-"

He crashed his lips to mine, cupping my face. The kiss was passionate, soft and sweet.My lips moved back against his, my hands around his waist.

Was this happening? 3 guys already.

Was this good or bad?

Maybe good.

Yeah, good.

A/N : ya like ? I don't xc