Broken

Louis

When Harry left I started to get ready for the day. After taking a shower and getting dressed I decided to leave even though I still had twenty minutes before I normally left, I just didn't want to be in this house any longer. As I walked down stairs and toward the door my mum stopped me.

"Louis, honey, where are you going? You haven't had breakfast yet."

"Are you actually joking?"

"What do you mean? Of course I'm not joking, Louis we've been over this you need to e-"

"You just embarrassed me in front of the only real friend I've had in years and you expect me to just sit here and eat with you guys like nothing happened? No. I'm leaving." With that, I walked out the door.

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"Look, I'm really sorry about everything that happened this morning."

"I-I told you, i-it's fine." Harry closed his locker and started to walk away.

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to me, a slight look of discomfort on his face until I let go. "It's not fine. I don't know how to make it up to you but I want to, I really want to. I am so sorry."

Harry opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but one of the guys from the football team interrupted. "Why are you guys standing so close, Tomlinson?"

"I heard them talking about something that happened this morning, sounded pretty gay." another guy joined in.

"Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about." I told them.

"Oh look at that, the fags trying to defend his boyfriend!" Everyone around us burst into a fit of laughter, sending me over the edge. I lunged forward and hit him. It was such a strange feeling because only a few days ago we were friends. A few days ago I would have been laughing with them. I kept hitting him until a teacher came to break it up. While I was being dragged away, I looking around for Harry but there was no sign of him anywhere.