Please Save me (a Larry Stylinson story)

Chapter 5

Louis pov

I spin on my heel, barely believing my ears. Did Harry just talk to me? After a whole year of completely ignoring me? I meet his green eyes with my blue ones.

He smiles nervously and looks down at his hands.

"I- um. Would you like to, uh, sit at my lunch table?" I manage to get out. Harry opens his mouth, then closes it. He looks a little unsure, but nods anyway.

He stands up slowly, his curls falling in front of his eyes. He pushes them away and starts to follow me towards the table.

When we sit down, Niall, Liam, and Zayn all look up and gape when they see Harry. Harry nervously looks at them and takes a shaky breath, looking back at his hands.

I glare at them and give them a warning look. Liam straightens up and says, "hello, I'm Liam. This is Niall and Zayn," he gestures to the two. Harry nods. "Harry," he says, so quietly that I could barely hear him.

Harry's pov

It's so weird to know someone cares for you. No one has ever cared for me. I've never had friends. People at school tell me that 'no one will ever care about me' and I always believed them, because why would they say it if it wasn't true?

At the end of the day I am happier than usual. I've realized how fun it is to actually talk with Louis. Ever since lunch, we have been talking a great deal between classes. We don't have any classes together, since he is a grade above me.

He invited me to his house after school today, saying that I would meet him by the front doors of the school and he would drive me to his house. I'm kind of nervous.

I've never had any friends, let alone been to anyone's house. What if he hates me?

I shake the thought out of my head. I start to walk towards the front doors of the school when I accidentally run into someone. "watch it fag!" I hear a voice, Nick's, say.

My body paralyzes with fear. I know what is going to happen. I tense up and close my eyes, expecting the worst.

Louis p o v

I stand by my car waiting for Harry. What if he doesn't show up? I sigh, deciding to wait five more minutes.

"Watch it, fag," I hear someone yell from around the corner of the school. I immediately wonder who they are talking to. No one deserves to be called that word. I follow the sound of the voice, and look in horror as I see Harry pinned against the lockers, green eyes glassy and filled with fear.

The guy pinning him up is tall and muscular. I recognize him, but can't remember his name. I guess I've seen him around in the halls.

I watch as he bangs Harry against the wall hard. Harry lets out a loud whimper as his head comes in contact with it with a thud. "Harry!" I yell, running forward. I can't take it, watching this anymore.

"Oh, look. Your boyfriend has come to save you," the guy says with a smirk. "He's not my boyfriend." Harry mumbles, very quietly, his face turning red. For some reason I feel a pang in my stomach at those words. But I shake it off, knowing I have to pay attention to what's happening.

"Don't talk to me like that," the guy says, kicking him hard in the stomach. Harry lets out a strangled cry as he grabs his stomach in pain. I start to walk-run towards him. "Well, see you later fags." With that, the guy leaves like nothing happened.

I would try to chase after him but first of all, that doesn't seem very smart as I'm not the strongest person in the world, and second I need to see if Harry is okay.