Two Different Worlds - Punk Louis x Marcel -

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idk i felt like writing

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Harry curled his own toes in his converse as Zayn kissed him, their lips moving passionately against each other. Zayn was gripping his face, not too hard, as he didnt want to hurt the younger boy. He knew Louis liked Harry, and he knew Harry had a thing for Mr. Payne. 

Zayn didnt like that.

Zayn wanted Harry all to hisself, he wanted to be able to wake up next to Harry, seeing his matted curls sticking to his sweaty, sleepy face, halfway covering his eyes. He wanted to see him struggle to put in his contacts in the morning.

He wanted to hear him sing, hitting every note with his deep voice like pure silk, dripping into Zayns ears and making him melt inside. He wanted to cuddle Harry every night, feeling Harry inside him, or feeling Harry behind him, if Harry wished to be the big spoon.

Thats what Zayn wanted, and he would do whatever was needed to do that.  

But with no reason, or apparent warning, a door opened. Mr. Paynes door. Zayn and the younger boy didnt seem to notice, just practically snogging their own lips off.

"Ahem." Said Mr. Payne from the side. Both of the boys eyes opened, and they stepped away from each other, turning to the teacher.

"Firstly, I would like to know why you both are in the hallways and not in class. Secondly, why you are snogging, again in the hallways, and again not in class."

Mr Payne looked and sounded disappointed, mainly in Harry. Harry looked down, hoping Zayn would take over for him and speak.

And he did.

"I had to take Harry to morning detention. And we got kind of... distracted I guess."

"Distracted. Yeah, whatever. Just go." Mr Payne said, a slight scoff to his voice.

Zayn nodded, taking Harrys arm and leading him from the teacher.  Once Mr. Payne was gone, back in his room with the door closed, Harry pulled his arm from Zayn.

"I dont want to be with you, Zayn" Said Harry quietly,  not wanting to get hit. Surely this is a joke, he thought to himself. Surely Zayn doesnt like me. 

But wasnt he right? How could Zayn hit him for so long, and torture him until he inflicted pain and scars upon his own skin, then go and say he was in love with him?

Harry didnt understand. But neither did Zayn. 

Zayn thought he hated Harry, he repeated that to himself for the longest time. He never really wanted to hurt Harry, but it took his feelings out. But seeing Harry crying, with a usual bloody or bruised body part made Zayn hurt too.

Zayn hated it. He hated himself.

Zayn hadnt put in the newspaper that Harry, or Marcel cut himself. He didnt know until he read it. But Zayn was full-blown ready to find out. He looked over at Harry, a frown on his face.

"Why?" He asked, wishing Harry would look back up. He didnt, to Zayns disadvantage. Harry continued to stare at the ground as he mumbled,

"I just dont want to. I dont like you like that."

"Why?" Zayn asked again.

"Because."

Harry quickened his pace, getting in front of Zayn. "You can go. I can walk alone."

"But I do-"

"Go..Please.." Harry whispered and Zayn could only nod, turning and walking away, even with how much it hurt.

Harry continued his walk to the detention, soon making it and knocking. The supervisor opened the door and let him in, telling him to sit in the back, next to a small boy named Niall.

Harry knew Niall, not too well, but he knew him. Niall was usually a good kid, straight A's, Tons of friends, and really nice kid. But ever since his parents left him, he just went south. He got a bunch of tattoos, let his hair grow back the old brown colour, and started smoking.  He just changed everything about himself.

Harry sat next to Niall, and Niall stared at him for a minute before looking back up to the ceiling. Niall was usually nice. Talkative. Funny. Its a shame. His parents died in a car crash, and he was in the backseat.

The night it happened, all Harry and the rest of the people on Nialls block could hear Nialls cries of excruciating pain and loss.  

Harry didnt know what to do in morning detention. He'd never been in it. The supervisor at the front wasnt paying attention to the class, mostly just playing on her phone.

Niall was looking at him again, causing Harry to shift uncomfortably.

"So Louis, huh?"

"What?"

"Its obvious you like him"

"I do not." Harry said, glaring hard at Niall.

Niall rolled his eyes, smirking, before having it fade as the supervisor shushed him.

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After the bell had rung, and Harry had finally got out of Nialls staring presence, it was time for lunch. Harry slowly walked to the cafeteria, behind the rest of the large crowd of students waiting to be fed.

Harry is one of the last in line, but obviously not for long as a group of jocks walk up to him. He knows few of them. He sees Nick Grimshaw, Josh Devine, and others named Marcus, another Joshua, Eric, and Hayden.

"H-Hey..' Harry stutters nervously, scared of what could happen.

Nick smirks at him, grabbing him by the collar. "Little stupid emo boy. Faggot, too. No ones ever gonna love you."

"L-Let me go.." Harry whimpered, trying to break from the stronger lads grip.

Josh stepped forward with a smirk. "Pathetic." He said, shaking his head. 

"S-St-" Harry began.

"Shut up." Nick demanded angrily, his eyes darkening.

'But..."

It all happened too quick, Nicks fist knocking Harry so hard in the nose, he blacked out.

Nick dropped the boys pratically lifeless body onto the ground and the whole group began kicking him. Kicking his sides, his chest, his face. 

Harry was blacked out, but could still feel the pain. The horrible burning in every inch of his body. He felt terrible, and he wasnt even awake.

"Boys, boys, break it up!" The principal calls before ordering some kids to carry Harry to the nurses.

It was pitiful, really. How horrible Harry looked. His nose was broken and bloody, and his lip was bleeding too. One of his ribs was most likely fractured, or broken also. 

Zayn stood, watching the group of kids bring Harry to the nurse. He shouldve saved him. He was so stupid.

Louis stood on the other side, but was still able to see Harry. He felt Harry's pain in his own heart and wished he himself couldve stood up for him.

And Mr. Payne, who was monitoring the cafeteria, was silently staring at the younger lad, wishing he wouldve broken the fight up sooner. He suddenly had forgiven him for snogging Zayn, and wished to be next to the small boy, whispering comforting words in his ear yet again.

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SO HOWD YA LIEK IT.

My gf is kinda ignoring me so yeah i wrote dis.