He's my Angel (Larry Stylinson)

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Louis pov

I shove through a flood of people before I get to my locker. Right as I walk up to it a small blonde boy is shoved up against it.

" I'm sorry! I didn't mean too! Please let me go!" the blonde boy shouts. I step back.

Only because I know the person bullying. It's Michael Clifford. He's the schools asshole. I swear every school has them. But the point is Michael is a total homophobe. He hates gays, bisexuals, lesbians. All of them.

So he takes his anger out by beating the living shit out of everyone. And being straight I'm not scared of him. But never get in his way.

The poor small blonde boy doesn't stand a chance.
" That's right faggot! Stay away from my girlfriend! You think you have a chance? She'd rather die than be with a bisexual like you!" Michael yells. A tear runs down the blonde boys cheek.

Michael lets him go and the blonde boy runs in the other direction, crying. " What are you looking at?" Michael yells at me and angrily walks off.

I roll my eyes and open my locker. I grab my things and push through the mess of students.

I really need to talk to Zayn.

I sling my bag over my shoulder and make my way through the parking lot and move straight to the park.

The park is where I meet Zayn everyday. I walk over to the bridge were Zayn is sitting on the rail.

" hey Lou." he sighs. " Hey Zee. What's up?" I ask dropping my bag and sitting on the rail next to him.

" I was thinking about jumping off this bridge it and maybe it will kill me." he says looking down with hint of desperation in his eyes.

I sigh. "Zayn first of all, it won't kill you ,it will just put you in the hospital. Second, it's November! You'll freeze to death and that's a really painful way to go. Third of all I would miss the fuck out of you. So don't."

Zayn sighs. " I guess you're right. If we shoot eachother at the same time is it still murder?" Zayn asked putting a fake sarcastic smile on his face.

" Yes Zayn." I say looking down.
We both sigh.

I turn around and stand on the concrete. Zayn does the same.
" Let's go to my place." I say, picking up my bag.
"Alright." Zayn says, following behind me.
Poor Zayn. He's so alone. Yes he has me, but I mean like... someone to love. And someone to love him back. Damn he's so depressed. He tries to smile through the pain. But you can tell.

I need a quick break.