Forever young

Chapter 3.

Niall's POV

"Huh?" I said half-heartedly,

"Your not listening are you?" I didn't even know who was talking to me,

"Uhh, not really." I said truthfully, I was sort of focused on something else,

"I don't know we just saw him storming out off music, but fancy Louis being a, a, a..."

"A major douche!" I was partly curious as to where Harry was.

"Oh, okay, I'll ask Caitlin she might know." Emily said, and wandered off, I continued watching however.

"I'll see you at break, okay?"

"You'll wait, right?" Charlotte said, smiling, as Holly went to walk away,

"Course." Holly replied, over her shoulder.

After about five minutes the teacher walked and we all filed in. We all found seats and he started to call the register,

"...Harry Styles. Harry Styles?"

Harry's POV

I don't know why I grabbed his shoulder, I let go right away, I was still sort of crying. He walked out of the bathroom, I didn't move a muscle. He turned about two paces away, smiled at gorgeous gleaming smile and beckoned to me with his hand. I don't know what made me follow him, except that he intrigued me beyond all else. I followed him down and into a small e-block classroom, he went to the furthest window and opened it wide enough to clamber out, I was slightly perplexed, but followed him all the same. He climbed out in to a small patch of lawn,and walked towards the woods that sat behind the school, as we became closer, I noticed a fence on the outskirts of the forest, and a small gate. I suddenly wondered if Louis knew I was following him, that worried me slightly, maybe he didn't want me there. But just as I started to think these things, Louis said,

"It's the gate the teachers use, you know, when they want to go out to dinner, so the kids don't see them, my mum told me about it." He continued walking but as we neared he jumped the gate, I then realised that we were about to leave school. I had never flunked before and I wasn't sure I wanted to do it on the first day back. But I couldn't leave and go to maths, not now, not now I was on the brink of escaping with Louis Tomlinson. I followed and jumped the gate, smiling to myself as I felt a feeling of rebellion bubble inside me.

I followed him all the way down the wooded hill and across the river, known as the dingle. We walked all the way through the town and into 'Bayview' a small shopping mall. And all the way through to costa coffee, and Louis walked up to the counter, there was a person in front of us, ordering. I pulled round my bag to reach out my money.

"What are you getting?" I jumped, it was the first time he'd spoke in fifteen minutes.

"Umm...I'd kind of like to try the new hot chocolate the Belgian one." I pointed to the sign showing it,

"Cool, I'll try it too." The other person had left, so Louis stepped up. "Two Belgian hot chocolates with cream and marshmallows, please." I was about to protest, he was paying for me! And ONE of those is three pound fifty. He turned at me and said,

"My treat." And as he turned, I was sure he winked at me.

We went to a small table, near a big window looking out, it sat just two people. He sat down first, then gestured to me to sit, I did, almost robotically.

"So...oh thank you." Louis said just as the waiter came over carrying a tray. "I'm sorry, I was really mean to you, it's just, like..." He was looking really nervous, like he wanted to say but couldn't, his eyes were trained on his mug. "I've been really insecure, I don't mean to be, I just constantly feel like people are judging me," I suddenly realised he was crying, touched his shoulder, for the second time today, not really sure why, except that I knew the cold, hard feeling that insurcuraty gave you. Finally he looked up at me, eyes stained red from crying,

"I, I need your...I don't know what, just um..." He trailed of looked more scared now, but it was that look, gaunt and doubting, and suddenly I realised, realised what he was hiding, and his eyes showed it all, he had told no one, not his friends, his family, he was even struggling to grasp it. But why me? I remembered exactly who I told first.

"I know." I said because it was the only thing I could think of.

"Y-y-you do?" I nodded and he started sobbing and I sort of, awkwardly hugged him over the table. We strained up at the same time, I looked at him tears pouring down his cheeks and then I wasn't seeing Louis Tomlinson, I was seeing my ten year old self, in the bathroom mirror, now crack, leaning my hands on the edge of the mirror, blood dripping out of my knuckles from where I had smashed the mirror. Shaking from sobs and fear, and the thoughts that ran through my brain, what would they think? What if they hated me? Wouldn't it be better if I just died? I looked to Louis now and said the only thing I knew would have comforted me,

"Louis, listen to me," I lifted his chin, so we were eye to eye. "You don't ever let them judge or get you down because it's your life, and if they don't respect you and your choices then you should cut them out because they aren't worth your attention." He nodded slowly, I smiled, "It gets better.

"I feel like you're the only person I can trust." And he leaned and so did I almost instinctively, my hand finding the crook of his neck and holding his lips against mine.