You just had to fall for him *Gay Love Story*

Chapter 4~ I caught a fairy

((Dat cheeky lip bite in the gif though ;) ))

Dominik walked through school with his head down. He had survived all 7 periods of the day with minimal awkwardness from George, and he was scheduled to meet up with him tomorrow after school and go to his house. He walked over to his locker and only then did he look up- to catch the word faggot spray painted across it. He bit his lip and ripped open his locker, shoving his stuff in. he knew one of the players on the footie team had done it. He stomped through the halls and outside, to where the guys were practicing. Huh, George is on the team. Dominik shrugged off his thoughts. despite not knowing that before, and stomped into the grassed area, where a few people were sat watching the guys practice. "Who did it?" Dominik asked angrily, walking into the middle of their game. "Was it you?" He asked, getting in the face of the captain, Johnathan. "Whoa, calm down Fairy." There was that word. That bloody fucking word that everyone used to talk to him. "Dominik stop it. Lets walk." George said, out of breath and pushing on Dominiks arm. Dominik looked like he was about to oblige, before he turned around and punched John straight in the nose. "Oh you son of a bitch!" One of the team players chorused over John, and Dominik was on the ground. There were so many punch and kicks, he didn't know who was throwing them. "I caught a fairy!" One of the players laughed.  "Stop! Stop it!" George yelled with a sense of authority, pulling people off Dominik and shoving them away. "Hes not worth it! Get out of here!" He yelled at first to the footie players, and then to Dominik. Dominik shook his head. There was a stinging sensation in his eye, and his lip and nose were bleeding. He turned and stalked off the field. Fed up and entirely done with peoples shit, he drove home with the radio blasting and blood ruining his clothes, not that he could care. "Honey would you mind watching the girls while I go- Dominik!" His mom began to ask before cutting herself. She rushed to her son and grabbed his face in her hands, turning it this way and that. "Go sit down." She ordered, leading her son to the seats. She walked into the kitchen and wet a few paper towels as his sisters came rushing up. "Wish, did Dom get into a fight?" Arabel asked. Autumn was staring at her twin in worry, too stunned to say anything. "Did you get a punch in?" Tom asked. Dominik smirked, even though he was wincing. His face was a mess, his nose bloody and lip busted open. He was pretty sure he had a cut on his cheek bone, and a black eye. His stomach and ribs hurt too, but he didn't concern his mother with that. "Captain of the football team. Straight in the nose." He told Tommy. He high fived his brother, but put his hands in his lap at the sight of his disapproving mother. "Lou!" His mom called. "Louis!" She screamed a few minutes later when his father still didn't appear. Dominik jumped slightly. His mom sure was loud. His father made his way down the stairs. taking his gasses off. "Yes, Belle?" He asked tiredly. Belles full name was Isabelle. but Louis never called her that, and Isabelle and Alexa were sister. Belle had soft brown hair that grew to her mid back and was wavy. She usually straightened it whenever she went out, though, and sometimes curled it. She was American, as Louis had met her on his tour while in Florida. Dominik had seen pictures of his mom when she was younger, and she sure was beautiful. Dominik got most of his eye color from his mother, hers being a warm green with specks of ground, but the blue was undeniably from his father. Isabelle and Alexa never really looked alike, but they got along fine. "Dominik what happened o you?! Has father asked, running over to his son. "I got into a fight with a few members from the footie team" Dominik mumbled. "A few?! The whole fucking team." Autumn said, holding her phone out to her parents. His mom gasped at each kick and punch administered to her precious son. Dominik winced as he relived his beating. His mother, unable to watch the video any longer. turned back to her son with tears in her eyes. "No, mum, don't cry." Dominik begged. He hated seeing his mother - and people in general- cry. His father handed his daughter her phone and Dominiks mom worked on cleaning his face up once again. "They -ouch- forgot the part where I punched the captain in the nose." He felt oddly proud at that. "You punched Johnathan in the nose!?!" Hi dad screeched. "I couldn't help it dad! I was tired of them bullying me! You don't know whats it like! You don't go to my school. You lived  perfect fucking life with that stupid fucking band, and meanwhile I'm getting called a faggot and beat up at school everyday. But do you even care, no!" Louis cut his son off. "You are grounded, go to your room." But Dominik wasn't finished yet. He had been wanting to say this for a while "You're too busy doing whatever the fuck you're doing to realize that you're son is breaking inside and when he finally stands up for himself, you fucking ground him. God, what is your problem! I know you like me least of all but really. You're a fucking prick and a terrible father and I hate you!" Dominik screamed the last part so loud he was pretty sure the neighbors could hear it. His throat and eyes stung, his chest was heaving, and he shoved past his stunned family and up into his room, slamming the door behind him. He turned on his speakers and the shook the house as his music blasted through it. He jumped on his bed and began screaming into his pillow until he had to stop for breath before doing it again. He repeated that process until his screams came out as a raspy whisper, and his pillow was drenched with tears. He sat up and grabbed his phone, which had rung during his temper tantrum. Not that he could hear it over his music, but it he felt it vibrating. 2 texts and 1 missed call, all from George. Dominik had given him his number in Home Ec that day so they could plan on when to meet up. Now he wished he hadn't. "Yea right." Dominik said, but it came out as raspy and barely a whisper. His throat felt like it was being clawed open when he said it and he coughed, which only made it hurt worse. Fucking great, he thought, not daring to speak with his throat. He shook his head and grabbed his notebook. Drawing helped him a lot, most of the time. He opened to a clean page and began to carefully draw his dad, typing away at his laptop. A child Dominik was sitting next to him, begging his father to play with him since the kids at school had excluded him from their games. "Stupid motherfucker." Dominik dared to whisper, but even that hurt his throat. He turned the page angrily, ripping the drawing slightly but not bothering to tear it out. He began to sketch absentmindedly, letting his hand and brain do all the work, before realizing that he was drawing a laughing George, holding hands with Dominik. Dominik growled and ignored his throat this time as he ripped the paper out of his notebook. He got off his bed and walked over to his drawer, ripping it open and searching inside of it. He found a lighter and lit it, putting it to the edge of the paper. He let it light and burn until it just touched and burned the tips of his fingers, and he blew it out, then ripped up the small corner that was left and dropped it into his wastebasket. Doing it gave him an odd sense of satisfaction. He'd still go to Georges house tomorrow and act like nothing had happened, and could only pray that George would do the same.

Slightly dark chapter. Whoopsy daisy. I had watched a movie that had something similar in it and I had wanted to bring it into this story, so I did. Whoops.Cooment, vote, read, all that jazz. Love you guys! Heart heart kiss