Mr. Tomlinson // Larry Stylinson

From: Harry: Monday @ 7:59am:

'They call me gay, loser, ugly, fat and to get a life.'

From: Anonymous: Monday @ 2:15pm:

'Don't listen to them Harry. Do you know how amazing you are?'

I heard my phone go off, and it was almost the end of school. I had just met this boy, who didn't tell me his name, but who said he was 15, my age.

"Harry?" Mr. Tomlinson, my history teacher emphasized as he called my name.

"I-I...Uh," I stuttered, looking around the room at the kids hiding a laugh.

"I'll take it Harry," Mr. Tomlinson said to me, walking towards me and his hand was out in reach.

"I-it wasn't-"

"Harry." Mr. Tomlinson repeated.

I nodded lightly, looking down as I grabbed the iPhone out of my backpack.

I clicked the home button, trying to read the message from the boy, until Mr. Tomlinson snatched it out of my hands.

He looked as if he was reading the message, but I stopped him.

"Please don't read that!" I say worriedly, trying to grab it but he had just lifted it up a bit more.

He looked down at me, locking my phone and handing it back to me.

"That's strike one, Harry," Mr. Tomlinson said, as he went back up to the board teaching.

I sighed quietly, sitting back down in my seat, turning my phone on silent as I then placed it in my back pocket on the right.

"Hey, Harry," I heard someone whisper to me.

I looked up over at them, and they threw a pencil right at my eye.

"Ow!" I nearly shouted, holding my eye in pain, hearing others laugh.

"Harry!" Mr. Tomlinson said, seeming like he was a bit annoyed.

"T-they hit me with a pencil!" I told him, holding my eye tightly.

"Harry, do you need to go sit in the hall?" He asked me.

"They did hit me!" I cry, looking up at Mr. Tomlinson.

"Harry, come on," Mr. Tomlinson sighed.

I sighed lightly, standing up and walking quickly out the door.

"Harry-" He called, but I was far out of the room.

I went down to the boys bathroom, checking out my now red eye.

I then remembered I had my phone, and I went to go check the message from my friend.

I unlocked my phone, and it had read:

From: Anonymous: Monday @ 2:15pm:

'Don't listen to them Harry. Do you know how amazing you are?'

I smiled at the compliment, and looked down as I typed back:

To: Anonymous: Monday @ 2:20pm:

'Thanks, I guess. They just never stop :('

I suddenly locked my phone when I saw Mr. Tomlinson walk into the bathroom, making me gasp.

"Harry, I want you to tell me what happened. I asked Nick, and he said that he never threw any pencil at you. Is that true?" Mr. Tomlinson asked, folding his arms.

I looked down at my brown Oxford's, shaking my head.

"He did throw the pencil. But you won't believe me so it's okay," I sighed.

"Harry, what makes you say that?" He asked.

I shrugged, refusing to make any eye contact with him.

"Nobody believes me."

"And nobody likes me."

It was silent, and I could feel how Mr.

Tomlinson's eyes were looking directly at me, but I refused to look back up at him.

"Why would you say that Harry?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Maybe because it's true."

I looked up at Mr. Tomlinson and his eyes were looking directly at me.

The bell had rung, and kids started roaming the hallways.

"I better get my stuff," I said, turning around and going back to the classroom.

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