Treat You Better (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 25

A week has passed for the both lads and things to be going by smoothly. Louis and Harry would hang out like they always will, but this time they'd kiss and cuddle more often.

Louis was extremely happy with that. Despite knowing that Harry was still with Jace, he liked to know that Harry was slowly forgetting about Jace and is more focused on Louis.

It seemed selfish, but Louis just really likes Harry and he really likes kissing the lad.

They were currently at the tree Harry would be seated at and were just watching the students walk by. Louis had a cigarette despite knowing the rules, and Harry had his journal.

It was already full, but Harry liked having it around to feel safe and not fear that it was in the hands of Jace who could possibly plan the lads murder.

He was reading over his poem about fear and how scary it is to be living with it.

It had to be one of the hardest poems Harry had to ever write on paper, but he was proud of it. He knew it may never been seen by others, but just knowing that he wrote that, made him feel talented and actually worth it.

"What are you reading?" Louis asked as he exhaled the cigarette smoke. He was trying to find a way to quit smoking because he would actually like being around when he sees his children graduate. 

He hasn't been smoking more than two cigarettes a day, which is a big improvement since he'd normally smoke up a whole carton.

"Just a poem I wrote a while back," Harry said.

He flipped over to the next page where there was writing about his first hard beating.

"Can I read?" Louis asked.

Harry closed up his journal and placed it behind him.

"Uh, it's sort of a personal journal. It's where I write things that I can't say out loud."

Louis nodded his head in understanding, "yeah, of course. I understand."

He flicked the ashes on the the ground and inhaled more of the nicotine.

Harry watched as Louis do so and looked at the students who would constantly look there way.

It was really pathetic. Harry never liked the lookers, but he gets used to them. They would stare at them as if they were zoo animals, and they aren't.

They have the right to have much as respect as everyone else in the world. No one deserves to be treated poorly due to the way they dress, their race, their sexuality, and religion.

It was just a quality of theirs, and it shouldn't be judged.

"Don't pay attention to them, they will never understand that we are just as normal as they are," Louis said as he noticed Harry staring at them.

The lad shrugged, "I don't know, Lou. I don't think they will ever understand if we don't do something about it."

"What do you want me to do about it? I can't possibly fight each and everyone of them to try to get them to be nice."

"They'll just have to understand it on their own. Besides, half of them are probably confused and envy us for figuring our shit out," Louis shrugged.

Harry chuckled, "I guess your right."

He rested his head against Louis' shoulder. The lad then placed his head on top of Harry's and smiled to himself.

His heart fluttered a bit as he felt Harry kiss his shoulder.