Saviour (A Larry Stylinson Fic)

Chapter 3: Driven

A/N This is a bit longer, but I'm really happy with the way this chapter turned out, even though it was a pain to write. Hope you like it!! x

Harry was glad that the day went by quickly and without confrontation. The booze he drank throughout the day kept his mind off of things that normally plagued him. It kept him in a complacent state that made school tolerable at the very least. A hangover was slowly taking over and Harry was beginning to feel like shit. He hurried down the main steps of the school and rounded to the side of the building where the student car park was. He peered out over the vast lot in front of him and watched as students hurried excitedly to their cars. He slumped back down in his familiar spot by the wall and waited for Niall. It was Monday so Niall always stayed late to receive guitar lessons from one of the music teachers at the school. Harry didn’t have a car so he always depended on Niall to get him home. Even if Harry could drive he was usually to drunk or otherwise inebriated to do so himself so it was a good thing Niall never minded. 

He pulled another joint from his bag and lit it quickly, willing his head to stop pounding. A few large puffs and he was flying again. He rolled his head back smiling to himself as he returned to his safe world. The cool wind rushed past his ears creating a sense of calm. Laughter carried on the wind and tickled at his ears. The delightful sound made him smile to himself. He was all but completely lost to the world when something pulled him full tilt into reality.

"Well, what do we have here Liam?" Harry jumped at the sound and his eyes flew open to see Zayn standing in front of him, his arms crossed and a maniacal smirk spread across his lips. "Having yourself a smoke faggot?" Zayn leaned down and pulled the spliff from Harry’s fingers playing with it for a second before flicking it into Harry’s face. The hot embers burned as they rolled off of his cheeks. He stood as quickly as possible and fumbled forward slightly. Zayn caught his shoulders and shoved him back against the wall. 

"Now, just where do you think you’re going?" Liam asked. Harry hung his head, pulling his chin into his chest as tightly as he could. A loud smack reverberated off the wall and an immediate pain shot through Harry’s right cheek as the back of Liam’s hand connected with his face. "Fucking look at me when I’m talking to you!" Harry gritted his teeth and looked up slowly, meeting Liam’s dark and angry eyes through his curls. "That’s better." Liam smirked.

"What do you want?" Harry asked quietly.

"Just to have a little fun." Zayn replied, throwing a wicked glance at Liam. 

"Aren’t you having fun?" Liam pushed Harry’s shoulder roughly into the brick. Harry stood for a second staring past the boys, searching for a way out, before pushing off of the wall and trying to run. He made it only a few feet before Zayn was at his back, pulling him hard by his jacket. Harry fell back with a thud as he landed on the hard ground. His head spun from the contact, his vision going blurry for a moment before he felt a weight on his chest. He shook his head, focusing his eyes to see Zayn straddling him, pinning him to the ground. 

"Now, it’s not nice to run from your friends, Styles." Zayn spat in his face. Harry flinched as the wetness hit him just below the eye and trailed down his left cheek. "Makes me feel unloved." Harry bucked his hips upward in an attempt to throw the boy off of him. Zayn was thrown off balance for a minute before sitting even harder on Harry’s chest causing him to lose his breath for a minute. "You little shit!" Zayn yelled, connecting his hand with Harry’s face once more. Harry let a sob fall from his lips as tears welled up and spilled from his eyes. He tasted the metallic twinge of blood in his mouth and coughed. He had all but given up hope of escaping this time and had settled into the fact that he was in for a beating again today. He closed his eyes tight and braced himself as he saw Zayn’s hand raise above his head. He sent his mind off to his safe world while he waited for the next blow to land. This is how he always dealt with it, just wished himself away until the boys got bored and moved on. Sometimes he wished they wouldn’t and would just fucking kill him already like they always threatened.