bad boys (l.s.)

nineteen.

Louis walked into school the next morning feeling confused. Harry hasn't texted him, and he hasn't seen the boy that morning.

Louis pouted, going to Harry's locker. Just then, he heard a squeal that sounded a lot like the beautiful flower-crowned boy who's locker he was just at.

*****

Harry skipped into school happily, walking to Louis' locker, giggling. "Guess who?" A voice rumbled from behind Harry, covering his eyes. Harry giggled, turning around. "Hey Lou." He smiled, but that man wasn't Louis. "You guessed wrong, faggot." A guy that Harry recognized as Andy smiled slyly, kneeing Harry in the stomach. He grabbed his nearest friend and dragged Harry into the janitor's closet. Harry squealed, but they quickly shushed him by covering his mouth.

"No Tomlinson to protect you now, huh?" Andy said, punching Harry in the gut, watching him fall to the ground. The other guy that Harry didn't recognize punched him in the face, but surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much. The man gave him a look that Harry took as "I'm so sorry." That guy quickly left the closet, leaving Harry alone with Andy.

Andy punched him over and over and over until finally a shout was heard from outside the closet. Andy quickly popped open a sharpie, and wrote the word faggot and some other questionable words all over his stomach and arms.

"Andy!" Louis roared, running  into the closet. Louis ripped Andy from his grasp on Harry, throwing him out of the closet. Louis then closed and locked the door, pulling Harry up.

Louis then did something unimaginable.

He pinned one hand on the wall beside Harry's head, the other cupping his cheek. He then leaned in, pressing his lips to Harry's soft ones.

They let go after a second or two, and Louis mumbled "Sor-" But was cut off once again by Harry's plump lips. Louis laughed, kissing him one more time. "Let's fix this." He said, watching as Harry limped.

"Fück it." Louis said, picking up Harry bridal style and carrying him out of the building. Once outside, Louis let him down. Harry cried out, shoving his face into Louis' shoulder as his eyes overflowed with tears.

He only said one word, but that one word shattered Louis' heart.

"Why?"