Bully Me [Larry/Ziall | AU]

Bully Me : Chapter 5

[Its been a while since I last updated. I have been busy with the other stories so I get less time to focus on this one. But I am trying to write more chapters for this one and hopefully will be uploading on a more daily basis. I hope you guys enjoy!]

Chapter 5

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Louis raced out of the bathroom into the crowded hallways not believing his luck, not believing that Harry himself had pushed him away. Oh don’t get him wrong. Louis was as surprised by Harry’s reaction as he was. He wanted to look back at that person, wanted to see this newly changed Harry, but he couldn’t risk being caught again.

There was no telling when he would change his mind and Louis wanted to be far away from him when Harry once again descended into the shoes of his torturer, taking on the role to become his worst nightmare again. Louis pushed away the students, some shouting profanities at the frantic boy whose eyes seemed just a little wide, wearing a bewildered look on his face.

He quickly made his way to the locker, opening it with shaky hands. For a moment he almost forgot the code but thankfully managed to pry it open a few seconds. His stack of neatly piled books did little to please him. Louis was on a mission, a mission to get away from Harry and his goons – Zayn and Josh as soon as possible.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he had packed his bag and locked the locker taking a step forward to mingle with the crowd, but alas his luck was short lived. A hand caught his shoulder, fingers digging into his shoulder blades and pushing him roughly in to the adjacent lockers with a loud bang. Louis watched with great disappointment as the crowd dispersed in the next few seconds.

Nobody was brave enough to stand against Harry Styles and it didn’t help that his Dad was a very influential trustee of the school. Louis groaned as pain erupted in his bruised bones and ate away what little happiness he had gotten from the recent escape. Looking at Haryy's face Louis swallowed loudly, his chances of surviving this beating were becoming closer to nil.

The Big Bad Bully was back, with more hatred and more vengeance and Louis had no idea what was about to happen next.

‘You are a slow one, aren’t you Shorty? You should have run while you could, but I am glad you didn’t. It would have ruined my plan to beat the shit out of you.’ Harry breathed those words down his neck and Louis did everything in his power not to scream for help.

There was no one around them, no one to witness the things Harry had planned for him, no one to play the silver knight in armor and save him from getting killed. Tears pricked his eyes but Louis refused to break down. He couldn’t lose it now, not in front of him, never in front of him. He could always cry alone in the darkness after Harry had finished having fun with him, it was what he did every single time he was cornered. Louis had gotten used to it by now.

‘Cat got your tongue Shorty?’ Harry grabbed his chin pulling him closer and forcing him to look into those hypnotizing green eyes. Louis feared those eyes, not because of the menace he saw in them but because of what they made him feel. No matter how many times he stared at them they still managed to hold him captive, sending tingles down his body wishing for the gaze to be full of lust instead of hate. But of course it was all just wishful thinking.

Maybe he had been stupid to think it could be anything else, the change he had witnessed in Harry a while back was probably his imagination. Because now as his body smothered him he didn’t feel excited, the touch was cold and lone as if the Harry he had seen in the bathroom was just a mere shadow of the real one. It was something to fool him into letting his guard down.

‘Why do -’ Louis never got to finish the sentence as a blow in his gut left him breathless. Was it just his mind playing tricks or did Harry’s hand linger a second too long on his body? Louis shook his head trying to get rid of the stupid thoughts, thoughts that made him hate himself.

‘Hey… Shorty? Are you up for more?’ Harry shouted laughing at the ashen face in front of him. Louis tried hard to ignore the pain and tried concentrating on his breathing. He was preparing for the next blow which came all too soon, catching him the jaw and sending him flying onto the ground.

Louis sat up slowly trying to access the damage that had been done to his face. His lower lip had split and was bleeding, blood trailing down his chin and dripping onto his stone washed jeans. Louis sighed; his sister was going to kill him for ruining this jeans once again. It was hard to get the blood off the rough material on your own all the while letting your sisters think that you got into a street fight.

It wasn’t something Louis enjoyed doing, in fact he hated lying to his dad about it, who usually returned home late only to find his son all bruised over. But there was nothing he could do to change it. It wasn’t like he could tell him about the bullying he suffered every single day for being a fag…as Harry would put it. Except for Brooke no one in his family knew about Louis being gay.

‘You know Shorty…if you weren’t such a pussy you would have put up a fight…’ Harry’s tone almost sounded disappointed, it was a small thing but it caught Louis’ attention and he looked up. Harry was now kneeling in front of his beaten body, a little too close for comfort. It made Louis squirm and Harry smirked at his reaction.

‘Tell me Shorty…’ Harry was now practically towering over Louis’ small body, his lanky figure covering most of his face and Louis found it hard to breath. Harry’s actions were driving him crazy, sending his brain into over drive. What was the meaning of this? Why did Harry have to torture him in this way?

‘Do you have a crush on me?’ Harry’s lips tickled his ears and Louis shiver violently. He immediately pushed Harry away from his body scrambled up to his feet. But unfortunately the pain in his body made him bow down so that now he was clutching his side, staring at Harry’s face up close who was still kneeling on the ground.

Louis had never felt fear such as the one coursing through his veins right at that moment; fear of what Harry might have stumbled upon, fear of him using it against him, fear of what this could mean. It was all there in his brain and more.

For a moment he saw something flash through Harry’s eyes but was quickly replaced by the ever familiar hatred.

‘Louis Tomlinson, you are required in the principal’s office.’

‘Louis Tomlinson please report to the principal’s office.’

The speakers above their heads blared with the announcement and Louis saw that as a sign to escape, to scurry away as fast as possible from the fuming Harry.

He wiped his lip with the sleeve of his shirt wondering how in the world he was going to explain the bruises to the school head.

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[I would love to hear your thoughs on this particular chapter. What do you think about Harry? Do you hate him or still reasoning with why he is such a bully? ^_^ waiting to hear from you'll soon!]