CamBoy (Larry Stylinson)

Prologue

Harry walked down the hall as people watched him and whispered. Just because they were whispering didn't mean he didn't know what they were saying. It was always something about him being so nerdy or gay.

He clutched his books tightly to his chest, blushing from all the attention like he always did. "Hey look it's the little fag." A voice snarled, Harry already knew who it was. He paused momentarily but continued walking. "I'm talking to you!" He shouted.

Someone snatched Harry's arm, he already knew it was Louis. Louis turned him around and quickly hit him in the face. Harry fell to the floor and gripped his jaw. Everyone near by laughed as Harry silently cursed Louis for drawing even more attention to him.

"Look at that, you can't even defend yourself. You're so weak." Louis snorted. Harry just sat there and took it, he didn't want Louis to hit him anymore. He bruised like a peach and If he bruised he'd need to cover them with makeup before his livestream today. "Cmon everyone he's not going to do anything, he's worthless."

Everyone cleared out leaving Harry in the middle of the hallway by himself to mourn in his own misery. Tears streamed down his face, dripping down onto the cold tile of the hallway. The bell rang and echoed down the hall.

He collected himself from the floor and headed off to the bathroom, to fix himself up. Once inside he glanced at the mirror to see what damage had been done. His jaw was a bit red, there would be a bruise there for sure.

His cheeks were flushed, his eyes were bloodshot and the sleeve of his button up had been wrinkled from when Louis grabbed him. Harry removed his fake thick framed glasses and splashed his face with water.

He grabbed his hair gel and comb fixing up his hair to hide his curls. He had a couple reasons for not keeping them natural. One because they always fell into his face, they were quite annoying. Two because having them natural made it a bit more obvious he was CurlyCutie the famous CamBoy.

He walked to his class, slowly opening the door. Everyone turned and looked at him like he murdered someone. Mrs. Flack turned to look at him, "Ah Mr. Styles, you're late."

Harry cleared his throat, "Yes ma'am I'm sorry, I was a little held up with something."

"I appreciate your apologies and as much as I hate to say this, I have to give you detention. It's school policy." She smiled solemnly. Mrs.Flack always had a soft spot for Harry. He seemed to be the only one who ever payed attention to her class and he'd occasionally spend lunch with her.

He bit his lip but sighed, "I understand."

"Please take your seat." She asked kindly and he nodded, bowing his head and walking to his seat. He slouched in his chair, very pissed. He wasn't pissed at Mrs.Flack, she was just doing her job. If she hadn't given him detention someone could've reported her for special treatment and she could get in trouble.

He was pissed at Louis. He managed to make his life a living hell every minute of everyday. He truly despised that boy, sure he was hot as hell but he still hated him. He would say something back but Louis would beat Harry to a pulp, then he wouldn't be able to do his livestreams and he couldn't have that.

But now his livestream would be delayed tonight because he had detention and who's fault was that? Louis'.

The bell rang, snapping Harry from his trance. He gathered up his books and put them into his bag. He leaned back in his chair as Mrs.Flack erased the board. "So you want to tell me the real reason you were late?" She yelled to Harry.

"Just Louis." He sighed.

"Again?" She huffed. She headed to her mini fridge and grabbed herself a pop. "Pop or water?"