Louis woke up a bit later than usual, his mother's loud voice ringing in his ears. "Louis! Wake up! You're going to be late for school!" He didn't feel like going; he didn't like what he had to do. You see, Louis Tomlinson was the most popular boy in school. He had the bright grin and the sweet characteristics. He was gay, but even though he was in a homophobic school, not a soul cared. Everyone loved him. Especially Harry Styles. Harry was the exact opposite of Louis. Harry was hated, a geek, bullied for being gay. He wore crowns of flowers and had thick glasses. He always wore girly-sweaters. The two were very different but in love. They were in a secret relationship. Louis would bully Harry at school and kiss him and snuggle him at home. It started with Harry moving into the house next door, their rooms just so happened to be right across from eachother and that lead to conversations through notepads and windows, never in person or at school. Then came the day Harry was crying. Louis couldn't stand the sight of his secret friend so sad so he crawled out of his window and settled himself in the treebranches, a bit closer to the window. They stayed up all night and talked. Harry had been crying from things some of the things bullies were texting him. But that's how it started. It turned from a secret friendship to a secret relationship, and that is how it stayed. Bullying at school, love and hugs at home. But Louis had promised him he'd never ever lay a hand on the boy.
Louis got out of bed, brushed his teeth and styled his fringe into a perfect quiff. He walked to his wardrobe and started pulling out a few shirts, stopping when his phone blasted some instrumental from a nerdy movie that Harry picked as his ringtone. Immediately rushing to the phone to answer his lover, Louis stumbled over the shoes he'd picked. "Hey baby," He says when he answers. His heart warms at the sound of Harry's giggle. "Helloooo! Open your window, I need your opinion." Louis went over to the window, opening the curtains to see his nerdy boyfriend standing at his own. "Which shoes would look better with my sweater?" He asks, pulling at the oversized light purple fabric. "The boots," Louis answers after looking. "You look beautiful as always my love," He adds with a chuckle, still watching. He can see his boyfriend blush and smile. He was always happy at home, but at school, the poor boy was so sad. Louis hung up and closed the curtains again, getting dressed and rushing to his car and driving to the hell hole of highschool.
Louis watched brokenly as his supposed mates, Niall and Zayn, pushed Harry's lunch tray onto his purple sweater, sending the poor excuse of food to drip down the fabric. Louis cringed when he saw the tears well up in the geek's eyes. It was impossible for him to those beautiful greens so sad. But there was determination on Harry's face because the poor boy was too smart to burst into tears infront of his bullies; he'd never hear the end of it. Louis turned when he saw Zayn grab the boy by his curls. He couldn't stand it. He loved Harry; He, Louis Tomlinson,The prep, was in love with the Harry Styles; The loser. They were in a relationship but Louis wasn't ready to come out with it just yet. All knew he was gay and gave him no problems, no they only picked on his boyfriend. Harry and Louis had an agreement- they only nicely spoke afterschool where no one could see them. They'd go to eachother's homes and have little sleepovers or go to the meadow by Harry's house and cuddle in the grass. But Louis made sure they weren't ever seen. He didn't want to lose his popularity status just yet.
Louis could hear it from outside the door; the whimpers and sobs from inside the boy's locker room. It was just after lunch and both him and Harry had P.E. Harry often got beatup in the locker room when people changed into their gym clothes. They'd always accuse him of staring, peeking in the showers or snagging underwear; all because he was gay. Harry never did any of these things. "Thinkin' it's alright to stare. Eh Styles?" Josh Devine snarls, delivering a kick to the curled up lad's torso. Louis walks in at at that and he sighs heavily, looking away from Harry's teary eyes. He couldn't stand seeing the boy cry. Josh looked at Louis with a bit of a smirrk. "Aye Louis, playin' Beat the Fag today. Care to join in on the fun?" He continues to kick and hit the geek. "Nah, not this time," Louis says while grabbing his duffle.
"Why not? Too scared? Don't worry, the bitch won't tell a soul," Josh says, leaning down to look at Harry. "Will ya?" Harry whimpered as he quickly shook his head, his curls flying in all directions.
Louis frowned, watching through the mirror. "Well, he didn't do anything wrong," He murmurs, making Josh laugh sarcastically. "C'mon Tommo! One punch; it's fun. Reall is. Don't be a pussy."
Louis shook his head again, pulling out his loose fit clothing.
"Why not? He your boyfriend or something?" Josh teased, making Louis give into the pressure an walk over. He kneeled down and gave an apologetic look to his love before he sends a punch to his mouth. He refused to see what the blow did, quickly standing and changing before rushing out of the room without a glance.
Louis was so guilty. Harry didn't leave the locker room as class started and Louis was growing more and more worried. He made sure he didn't hit his boyfriend too hard so he had a feeling tha poor Harry was more emotionally hurt than physically. Louis wished he was brave enough to admit he was dating a loser, but he lived off of his popularity. He had to be loved by everybody, even if that meant he was hurting the one who loved him most.
"Alright class! We're gonna play dodgeball today. Tomlinson, Devine; You two are captains. Pick your teams."
It was fun. Playing dodge ball against the people who bullied Harry the worst. Louis acted like it was just a game but it was a secret for of revenge for the boy. He'd aim for faces, guts and crotches, putting full force behind each throw. They locker room was right behind his team's side and Louis could still hear whimpers and sobs coming from it. Even over the yells and slams of the balls hitting the wall. He tossed a ball, smirking when it hit Josh dead in the face before he slinked back into the locker rom. He'd never hit Harry before, Harry had never cried this much. "Harry, my lovely?" He whispers, walking over to the shower stall where his baby was crying. "Baby, I'm sorry.." He tugs at the locked door. "Let me i-" "Why? So you can hit me again?!" Harry cuts him off with a sob. "You promised me you'd never do that Louis! You promised!"
Louis sighed sadly. He did promise. He promised he'd never hurt his boyfriend even if people expected him to. But he gave in; Josh brought up being boyfriends and he couldn't let him assume that. "I know...I'm so sorry my love...please. Let me help you." He wanted to make this better; to let Harry know he loved him. "I'll get you cleaned up, you can even punch me back if you want." Harry let out a short and small laugh at that and opened the door. His cheeks were tearstained and there was blood still slipping from his mouth. Louis wined at his love's appearance and he pulled the smaller boy in for a hug. "I'm sorry," He whispers. "I just-You heard what Josh said...he nearly found out." Harry just buried his face into Louis' chest with a shaky sniffle. Louis picked the smaller boy up, guiding his legs around his waist, then slipping the boy's arms around his neck so he was holding Harry koala style. "I'll clean you up and we can keep back till class ends. We'll cuddle, alright?" Harry nods against his neck, letting himself be sat down on the counter. He lets go of Louis, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes while the other wetted a paper-towel. "Baby, I'm so so so sorry.." He whispers before gently pressing the wet paper towel to Harry's split lip. "I'm going to make this up to you, I promise." Harry only nods, wrapping his legs back around Louis' waist. "Promise you won't ever hit me again?"
Louis smiled softly with a nod. "I promise," He whispered before he took the slightly bloody paper towel off of Harry's lip and replaced it with his own lips. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' neck and Louis slipped his own around the boys waist. "I lov-" He goes to say before he gets cut off with a loud gasp from the doorway.
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