Push Me (BoyxBoy)

Give me a sign, I wanna believe.

Harry's POV

Over the next few days, my dad has been calling me relentlessly. Everyday at least 4 times a day. I've only picked up one time though, and that was to tell him that Louis told me everything, and that I never wanted to see or speak to him again. I hung up before he had time to respond.

I have spent time with Louis though, and he is amazing. At first this was all about me wanting to get into his pants but now? Now, I like him for real. The only person still standing in my way is Nick. He knows that we hung out, but he doesn't know anything about Louis like I do, and he never will.

Right now I'm walking to my table where I sit, as usual. Everyone surrounding me, and it feels like everything as fallen back into place again, only better because now me and Louis are friends. The only thing that could make this even better is the day that I can finally call him mine. I can understand that he isn't ready for that though, for christsake he was raped more than a few times by my father.

If I'm being completely honest, I don't know how he can stand to be around me. I'm a spitting image of my father, my voice, my movements. Everything. How can he stand it? Therefore, I understand why he's been a little distant. Definitely not as distant as he was when he first got here, but small things like not sitting as close as a person who is with someone romantically, but still close enough to wrap my arm around if need be.

I've only tried wrapping my arm around his waist one time though, he flinched away immediately. I tried very hard to ignore the pang in my chest at the rejection, but hopefully it will all pass over soon.

"Harry? You okay there?" I snap out of my trance. I had been starring at my macaroni and cheese long enough for people to notice apparently. A girl with long beautiful curly brown locks had noticed first.

"Yes, I'm fine. Do you see Louis anywhere in here?" She scrunches up her nose in disgust. Her beautiful face became not so attractive in a split second.

"Why are you looking for him?" She asked me, putting lots of unnecessary emphasis on him. People haven't taken a liking to Louis, still, even with our new friendship. I don't really understand why no one likes him, but there is one person in particular that's been friends with Louis, that I hope can keep him going, and that's Niall Horan. (I asked around and apparently Niall's been going here for a while now? I feel oblivious.)

Niall is sitting over at a table by himself. Usually Louis is right by his side, still refusing to sit at my table. He says there are too many 'fake assbitches' his words, not mine. (Even if I do agree with some it.)

"Because he's my friend, got a problem with it? You can find somewhere else to sit." I tell her snappily as I get up from the table strolling over to Niall.

"Hi Niall." I smile down at him. He looks up at me slowly, I guess he doesn't believe that the Harry Styles in talking to him. His eyes are crystal blue, pure beautiful. His eyes definitely come second to Louis, but Louis always wins.

"Uh...hi?" His brows furrow in confusion. I'm still smiling at him, I think I look like sort of a creep....just a little bit. I force the smile off my face so I look a little sane.

"Do you know where Louis is?" I know he's here today, because we talked before and during class. Where did he disappear to?

"Uh...maybe he's in the bathroom?" I can tell he has a Irish accent now, it's very thick...like other things. Wow Harry get your mind out of thegutter! I scold myself for my dirty thought. I think the worse part is, I don't even know who I was thinking about... me or Louis?

I nod at him. "Alright I'll go check." I wave a bit before turning to leave the lunch room. Looking down the hallway I can see someone pushed against a locker, whether it's against their will? I can't tell. They are whispering to each other. I might as well walk down the hallway like I don't see anything, right?

As soon as that thought comes into my head I realize just how nosy I really am. As I venture closer to the pair, I realize just who they are.

Louis

and

Nick.

Big surprise. Not really. I roll my eye as I come up on Nick's back. He has Louis pinned to his locker whispering to him.

"Sorry to break this up guys, but Louis is...wanted by Niall. Niall was worried." I lie right through my teeth. I turn my gaze to Nick and I start to glare. If looks could kill, he'd be long dead. "So what's going on?" I ask after a minute of Louis not replying.

"We're just having some fun, if you would excuse us, Harry." Nick snaps at me. Louis starts pushing against his hands, forcing his hands off. I smirk as I see these actions. Nick lets go, his cheeks turning bright red from being rejected now that I'm here.

"You said Niall was looking for me?" I nod my head not looking at him, I can't lie straight to his face, I just can't. Louis wanders off down the hallway without another word, and now it's just me and Nick.

"Why the fuck did you interrupt us?" His eyes are blown wide, is he on something? I decide not to answer his question, because he knows the answer.

"Are you high Nick?" He stomps up to me, he smells like a mixture of cocaine and weed. What as he been doing? And in school no less! I sound like a middle age person who just got their garden peed on or something. But this something I've actually never done, who could do that?

"What if I am? You gonna go tell on me, like a little snitch?" His breath stink, badly. It's stinging my eyes. I shake my head, he's still my friend, and I don't snitch on anyone, especially not my friends.

He steps closer, we're chest to chest now, but I'm not going to back down.

"That's what I thought." He reaches in his locker and brings out a little baggy filled with what I would like to believe is powdered sugar. He stuffs it in his pocket and turns to look at me, seeing if he can get a reaction. My face is impassive.

"You better not say a word. I know bad people, and they can and will mess you up." He walks away with that, and I can't help but wonder what he and Louis were talking about? Could Louis tell he was high at all? I turn back around and head toward the lunch room.

I place myself next to Louis, who is deep conversation with Niall. I prepare myself for the mild interrogation I'm going to give him. I hope he's ready to be grilled.