Don't Hate Me (Larry Stylinson AU)

Chapter 6

I am Sorry. I'm really really sorry for so late update. I promised to update on Sundays but I couldn't so.....I did as soon as I could ..!!

Enjoy.

Louis' P.O.V

The last bell to the school rang and I frowned for the hundredth time today when I couldn't find Harry anywhere. He was not there during the lectures where he was suppose to be. Neither was he anywhere to be seen in the lunch break and not even now. I tried to find him almost everywhere but, it was of no use. I think he went home early.

I was walking towards the parking waiting for Liam to come but I guess he will be late, always the teachers pet. I chuckled. Thinking about how my first day went.

For the whole day the only person in my mind has been Harry. His thoughts, his daydreams, his voice. Everything about him was what I thought of all day. He had those beautiful emerald green eyes who could capture anyone in them. That deep dimpled smile which could take my breath away and never return. His long muscular arms which would perfectly snake around my waist. Those broad shoulders which I griped tight when he kissed my neck giving me a love bite. Oh!! How I still feel his lips there. These bites hurt like hell but it was all worth it. I am glad no one really noticed me to notice those bite. Liam did though but I lied hum telling its a soap mark. What? I am a horrible liar.

Harry had alot of tattoos on his arms though. Beautiful ones. I bet every tattoo must have a meaning. For whom could those tattoos be for? Is it his girlfriend? Does he even have one? May be....or may be not. But he kissed me.ME. And not some random girl. He told me I was hot, And not some chick. I got a love bite from him and no one else. It means something right?

But the kiss still gave me huge eruptions of butterflies. It was so illusory. Form what Liam told me, Harry Styles was suppose to be a jerk to me. As he was said to be the biggest homophobe out of all the people in the school. He told me all of the stories of his bulling. Of how students had to leave school, self harm and get humiliated in front of the whole school because of him. How he brought each of them to shame and fear. But I chose not to believe him. I mean how can someone as beautiful as Harry bully someone. He had his gentle helpful ways. From how he helped me today when I fell down says that those could just be the rumours. Yeah! Those are just some rumours. Some of the jerks of the school must have got jealous of Harry and say these awful things about him. That's the truth. Liam probably misunderstood him. Well I didn't tell Liam about our encounter , I decided to keep it a secret. Or Liam will judge me. Like others do. May be I-

I was cut off from thinking when someone threw a shoe at my arm. Hard. And that hurt.

"Oww!!" I winced rubbing my arm where it hurt. There were a bunch of students standing a bit away from me. All of them had disgust and hate plastered on their faces.

"Oh look, Mr.Fag is hurt!?" The bloke with blond hair spoke as I looked down in shame.

"Oh no! That's bad, lets take him to the nurse, shall we?" A girl spoke sarcastically. Showing her fake expression of care.

"OR! We could give him his treatment right now? It sounds much better..!!" He smirked and I got confused, what did he mean by that?

"No, wait I- omphff " before I could say anything I felt sharp pain through my stomach. There were three of them punching me. In my stomach, shoulder, my back, everywhere. I couldn't bear to stand, I fell down with a thud. They all were saying these horrible things to me which I couldn't hear. It covered my ears to block my sound but it was of no use. I panicked when I saw red. Blood was my dripping from my mouth and I hated it. I hated to see blood. It horrified me. Made me remember what they did to me. All those memories came back rushing. All those time I've been beaten up at school, home, neighbourhood. How no one ever showed mercy on me. No one stood up for me. I was treated like trash. How Sam.....How he abused me every single day. Those memories hurt me more than how much it physically was hurting me now. I was about to go unconscious when I heard someone yell my name.