Trouble

Chapter Three

"You're just over reacting H." My mom says folding laundry, while I lean on the dresser, worried about going to school.

"Mom! Liam is so...so...so mean. And Tessa won't be there." I whine, rubbing my forehead. Liam was harrasing me at school lately, I hated being this weak baby kitten but Tessa was my only real friend, and with out her at school- I'd have no one. Yes, Niall and Zayn are nice but I don't think they really understand what I'm going through. But Tessa got here two weeks before me, and knows exactly the type of teasng Liam taughts me with. Liam and his screwy little crew could lucidy beat the lights out of me.

"Harry, you're being a weakling. Liam can't hurt you so bad, if Grace isn't there, make new friends like I've been telling you for weeks!" She finshesthe load, and stands up, her lips pursed and hands settled on her hips.

"I don't want to make any more friends, it is going to end up in drama and a fight. What is even the point of making friends when they won't stay in the end? Its aimless Ma."

"Don't isolate yourself. That will make you a bigger target for Liam, just make new friends and stop being such a chicken." I huff really loud, rolling my eyes. 

"Please?" Might as well try.

"No, Niall's outside. Go." She pushes past me, a little annoyed. I throw my head back also a little ticked off.

When I walk outside, its literally pouring rain. I rush over to Nialls black chevy truck, already coated in ice cold water.

"Man, its freezing! I can't even feel my legs." Niall turns up the heat, sending a warm weild nipping and fluttering at my skin.

"I know, I am already soaked. I'm lucky I have you to drive me, or I'd be beat by the time I got to school." I laugh, enlighting the mood. Niall had his ususal metal music on, which I didn't mind actually. That was the type that I liked, but I never really told anyone what music I'm into, I guess it doesn't even matter.

"Speaking about beat, how is the Liam thing going?" 

"Fine." I lie, he doesn't need to hear me complain on about how Liam was bllying me and being a douche all day at school, what he asked was a gesture of benignity.

"Good, if he bothers you, you know I have your back mate, I'm right next door if you need a talk." Niall was kind of a shoddy guy but he has quite a forbearing side if you get to actually know him. People at school looked at him as a stud basically, bad boy, mean. No one feared him, but became uneased when he was around. I guess he had that "look". You know, the one that is hardcore, but underneath it you can tell he is not going to hurt a fly.

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I was going to skip the period after lunch today, because I always passed Liam and his crew in the hallway in the switching time. Trust me another beating, in front of everyone, was not anything I wanted.

As lunch is coming to an end, I realize Louis, still in his same spot. He had one of his leather boots propped up on the white tile, and his muscular build pressed against the cafeteria walls, scrolling through his phone.

"Don't you think Louis is a handsome lad?" The words just slip past my lips while I stare back at him, my head cupped in my hands. The other boys food drop to their plates, and they begin cackling.

"H, are you gay?" Zayn is saying, swaying back and forth holding his stomach, laughing his ass off.

"No! No way, but I mean, is being gay really that horrible? Love is just...love. Its just two human beings being together, just like straight couples. Two human beings being together. Don't ya think?" I shrug, even if I wasn't gay I'd still support gay rights. God wanted us to all be happy. Both of their laughing comes to an abrupt stop, like they had seen a ghost. "What?"

"Harry, being gay is gross. Two human beings of the same gender shouldn't have the rights to hold hands and kiss each while around others. This isn't just what I feel, it's what God feels too. It is wrong and uncultured." Zayn says, leaning in a bit. He seemed a bit angry, like what I said had offended him.

"Zayn! Its not gross, wrong or uncultured! You know how woman and men are equal right?" I pause and he rolls his eyes nodding, "well why can't two equal woman or two equal men bond? God didn't want us to be dejected by society and desolated in shame. He wanted us to be happy and each one of us have equality, no matter how different we claim to be. Its human rights for everybody, not just opposite gender couples! Love is love and a lesbian, bisexual or gay man or woman can not help but feel the way they feel. Society can't stop their feelings, law can't stop their feelings?! So why even try, there is no point in stopping some one from loving another?!" The next words hit my voice box, causing me to stop. 

I thought, noticing I was no longer just talking to Zayn. The whole cafeteria had their eyes glued onto me, and heard every word I had said.

"Haz." Niall says, pulling me back down into the table by my sleeve, I then also notice I was standing. Suddenly a woman in a black blazer, and six inch heels stood behind me, eyebrows raised as I turn around to meet her gaze.

"Harold, please step out of the cafeteria and come with me." The whole room, which now seemed like  million miles wide, was dead scilent. Only a couple of people gasping and chattering in "disgust" at me, if anything I should be disgusted by these horrible peoples actions.

Without a word, I stand up with a sulk. 

My eyes can't help but glance to wear Louis was. Was? He no longer stood in the corner, he was gone. Why did he leave? Oh yeah, he is probably just another straight homophobic bastard.

Once me and the woman, who I think was our principle, were out in the hall I couldn't help but ask.

"How much did you hear?" My voice cracks in worry, I have never even been to the principle's office.

"Enough to know that you're in trouble." Her eyes stare straight ahead and her tall black heels click on the floor, her back straight.

"How much trouble?" My heart pounds, if I was to be expelled for this. I will protest until my rights have been straightened. As each quite moment goes by my pulse beats a littlle faster than normal, why was she so quiet? Was I really that bad? I then see her red lips snear open, getting ready to talk. 

"A lot."