Note: Harry has bulimia in this oneshot, and Louis has Oppositional Defiant Disorder. The real Harry and Louis however, are perfectly healthy!
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Louis Tomlinson cackled in amusement as he continued running. It was exhilarating to run, that was for sure, but the other thing that made this day even better?
Harry Styles.
Said guy was currently running after Louis, half hopping and running.
“YOU BETTER FUCKING GIVE ME BACK MY SHOE, LOUIS TOMLINSON!”
“You have to catch me first, Styles!” Louis laughed as Harry continued running after him.
Louis didn’t even understand why he felt so happy when he was with the curly haired lad. Maybe it was Harry’s dimples, maybe how he always cracked jokes with Louis, broke rules with him and never criticized him about his weird disorder.
Or maybe, just maybe, it was because Louis had a tiny crush on him.
Maybe.
Maybe not?
Louis continued running, turning around occasionally to check if Harry noticed his plan. It was incredibly difficult to get Harry to eat that slice of bread for breakfast and yes, he was aware it wasn’t good to run after eating, but he had to take Harry’s mind off of puking out the bread. And besides, having some personal time with your crush before school started? Louis was all up for that.
And then, as Louis turned his head around for like the thousandth time that morning, he collided into something hard.
Well shit, someone hard, Louis thought as he fell. Angry brown eyes met Louis’ eyes, and Louis knew he was in trouble. Those pair of eyes weren’t crinkling in a smile at all.
One of the many school bullies, Josh Devine.
Oh crap.
Louis knew from experience that Josh packed a mean punch. The bruise didn’t go down until a damn week later!
“Hey, get away from Louis!” A familiar voice shouted as footsteps thundered.
“Well, look who we have here. Louis and his boyfriend, a childish idiot and a skinny bag of bones. What a great toy you’ve discovered, Tomlinson.”
“Shut up! Who are you to judge him?” Louis protested as Harry finally reached Louis, huffing. “Damn it Lou, don’t anger him! You know how hard it was to explain to the teachers that you just happened to collide with a lamppost and got a black eye? Don’t stoop down to his level!” Harry whispered into Louis’ ear.
“Who am I? Who am I? I thought you would’ve known by now. I’m Josh Devine, and I’m going to fucking snatch your toy away from you, Lou.”
Josh smirked as he pulled Harry away from Louis, and lifted his boots on top of Louis’ stomach.
And pressed down, hard.
“FUCK!”
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“Shut the fuck up and go make food for me!”
Louis whimpered as he ran to the kitchen. He hated it when his father was drunk, but he was a hundred times worse when he was sober. At least when he was drunk, Louis could believe his father only abused him because he was intoxicated.
But the pain felt so much more real when he was sober. It meant that he really, truly detested Louis.
“What are you waiting for? Go and make me something, hurry up!”
