Magic [larry au]

Chapter 5

After the fire and water incidents eleven days ago, Harry left Louis alone at the school grounds with a good feeling inside him. The feeling was growing and it was so good that Harry really wanted to lie down on his bed and eat ice cream, dream about Louis and him travelling the world together. Anything was possible with magic. Absolutely anything. Who knew? Maybe someday they would go to LA, Harry's favourite city.

It was too early to think about them like that though, and Harry knew that very well. They had met weeks ago, still Harry felt like he had known Louis for maybe like 6 months. It was scary and weird, but maybe it was meant to be like that.

Louis always told him he was beautiful when he noticed Harry looked sad, and to show he was honest he smiled and gave kisses to Harry's cheeks. It cheered Harry up a lot, just the thought of someone liking him.

Sometimes Louis played with his wand (actual wand, not that wand) and tried to say some spells himself for fun, and Harry couldn't help but laugh everytime he failed and at the cute pouting from Louis afterwards. It ended up with Harry saying the spells instead and giving Louis what he wanted, turning Louis happy again as he thanked Harry a million times with the biggest grin on his face. Mostly he only wished for cake.

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Harry was standing there in the hallway by his locker, acting like he was looking through his books and cleaning up his locker. In reality he wasn't doing that, more like always glancing at the annoying clock on the wall, hoping to go home soon.

It said 2 pm, and on fridays school was over 3 pm. He wished he could go home already, because he couldn't take school anymore. It was like hell. Maybe worse than hell.

He looked down at his ripped jeans and ugly sweater, frowning at the choose of clothing. Harry hadn't focused this morning, and his mother kept pushing him to go to school. These clothes were the first he noticed in his closet, but now he really regretted putting them on. His outfit was horrendous.

In the meanwhile, Louis' teammates (the jocks) stared at him and kept whispering to each other with smug looks on their faces. Harry could see them standing there in the corner and feel their looks burn, and he silently prayed for Louis to come in time so they didn't attack him.

God didn't listen though, because as soon as Harry pulled up his phone from his jeans pocket a few seconds later, a strong sweaty hand snatched it away from him quickly. He had no chance. At least it wasn't his wand and he had a code on it, but he was still mad. Why did everyone hate him?

He turned, and as expected he was met by the sight of four jocks standing there a meter from him, stupid smirks on their lips. One of them was Liam Payne, who had a tight grip on his poor phone.

Harry hated him. He hated him so much. Louis was actually friends with these people before, and he didn't get why. They were all fake and rude.

Liam saw he was scared, and he let out a loud chuckle at that. "Aw, Harry. Sucks that we took your phone," Liam snarled, laughing as he threw the phone up in the air, before catching it again with one hand. "This is mine."

Harry gulped, hands shaking as he backed away till his back was against the lockers. "G-Give it b-back! It's not yours!" he shouted, but not loud enough for the students besides the jocks to hear.

Saving himself from bullying usually easy, but his precious magic wand was in his bedroom. It was so hard to believe that for the first time in forever he had actually forgotten his baby at home, and maybe because of that he spent his first class in the toilets, whining about it.

He could feel himself getting weaker without the wand close to him, and that was pathetic. It was so bad today, because Louis wasn't here either. He was apparently sick known from the text he sent Harry this morning, and he just knew he was going to die. Fucking dead.