Love is Silent [Deaf Louis/Punk Harry] (In Editing/On Hold)

Chapter 2

Louis' POV

"Students listen up. This is our new student I was talking about the other day. This is Harry. Harry Styles."

Is what I read from my teachers lips. Harry. The name suits him really good. I love the way how he can work the punk boy look. His snakebites are the most attract things I have ever seen in a guy. I looked up to meet his eyes again but noticed that he was staring right back at me smirking slightly. I quickly turned around to look at my lap & play with my fingers.

I peeked up ahead and saw him walking toward's me. I can already feel my heart pounding against my ribs. Instead of taking a seat next to me he took a seat behind me where Zayn and Niall Sat. Oh great my day couldn't get any better. I already know he is going to bully me to. He's going to bully me for being gay and for being deaf. Like I don't have anymore things going on my life! Now I have three bullies.

I looked over at Liam who was smiling at me and I saw that he was starting to sign. "Looks like someone has a crush?" He winked at me. I blushed horribly, Of course I didn't have a crush on Harry. You can tell that he is straight for god sake's! Plus even if he was gay he looks like trouble and I don't want to get into any trouble. I was about to sign back to Liam but I saw all the kids already leaving the class. I'm guessing the bell rang?

I stood up and waved Liam goodbye, I wanted to leave that class room right away as possible so I wouldn't have to see Zayn & Niall. Or Harry. 

All my classes flew by so quickly that I am already in lunch. I have Harry for my first 4 periods and I thought I would hate him in all my classes but I didn't feel hatred. No I felt something else. Excitement? No. Why would I feel excited about my bully being in my classes? Of course Harry didn't sit next to me. He wasn't even near me during the periods. Of course he wouldn't, who would want to be near a gay and deaf kid. Hell I wouldn't even want to be near me.

I sat in my normal seat where I sit with Liam. I didn't feel like eating today I wasn't that hungry. I didn't have an appetite today. I usually don't eat that much. One of the reasons why I am really skinny probably. Liam tries to make me eat but I just don't feel like eating. I ate this morning so he should at least be proud. I ate apple slices at least it's something. I didn't like school food that much anyways so why would I want to eat it. Sometimes Liam would be really worried about me that he said he would tell my mother and of course I would have to force myself to eat just so he could be happy. I hate the feeling of food in my stomach sometimes it makes me feel weird. I can't explain it, but it just does.

As always I felt food being thrown at me. I didn't bother turning around 'cause I already knew it was Zayn and Niall. Even though I can't hear I could tell that they were laughing at me. I mean who wouldn't laugh at me? I saw the students getting up and heading out of the lunch room. I waved goodbye to Liam and left the lunchroom. Before I went to my English class I went to go get my English book in my locker. While I was walking their I saw two guys standing by my locker. Of course it was Zayn and Niall. I didn't bother heading to my locker anymore so I turned around started heading for class. But once I turned around I felt something hard hit against my head, which was now in pain. I turned around to see Zayn and Niall throwing their heads back. Of course they are laughing at me. 

I felt my eyes start to get watery at the corner of my eyes but I quickly blinked them away. I didn't want them to see me crying. No that would make me look weak in front of them and I don't want to look weak. But I bet they already think I'm weak. I turned around and started head for class but before I knew it I was pushed against a locker, and pain shot through my body. I looked up to see Zayn who had a smirk on his face. I just want to punch that smirk off of his damn face. I saw that Zayn was speaking but his lips were moving to fast for me to even read them. Why bother staring at his lips if he is talking to fast?