Bully Me [Larry/Ziall | AU]

Bully Me : Chapter 8

[This chapter is dedicated to @ilove1Dbromance because I love her so much! lol! And I love you guys so much for support this story that I have decided to go ahead and post this chapter a little early than planned. Hope you enjoy the *cough* naughty *cough* Larry action.]

Chapter 8

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Louis sighed in relief when Niall’s back took a sharp turn and he disappeared from his sight. Zayn was still far behind him and had probably missed the abrupt turn he had taken; at least Louis hoped he had. He had no idea what Harry was planning to do with him but it wasn’t good, in fact Louis knew he would be more angry with him this time since he had helped a probable victim escape his clutches.

‘Josh?’ Harry called in a calm voice. His voice was too calm and hearing it scared Louis more than his usual shouting.

Josh came forward and took hold of Louis’ arm. Harry’s eyes flickered over to the grip Josh had over him and shook his head. Louis couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at Harry’s seemingly unusual behavior. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t held up by the two goons or at least one of them, as Harry beat the shit out of him. They were always there with him, never leaving his side. And now Harry didn’t want Josh to touch him, to hurt the fag he hated so much. Why?

What was going on?

‘Forget about him Josh. Go after Zayn, I think he may have missed the turn and lost our target!’ Harry said in the same calm voice and Josh took off in the direction where Niall had disappeared.

Louis couldn’t understand this sudden change of heart. Why would Harry want to be alone with him? He hated him right? Then why had he stopped Josh from hurting him? Before Louis could get around to finding the answer to his thousand questions, he felt his arm being ripped out of its socket as Harry began to drag him to the nearby classroom.

The lights were out and it looked inhabited, probably a good place to hid out from Harry unless of course he was the one forcing you into it. Louis tugged at his wrist with as much force as possible but it was useless. Harry’s iron-grip was impossible to break, and the way his long fingers dug into Louis’ fragile arm he knew there would be shining bruises on his skin the next morning.

‘Harry? What are you doing?’ Louis tried to reason against his better judgment. He knew Harry was the last person on the Earth who would listen to him, but he had to try. There was no way he would willing go into that room knowing he would be trapped in there for who knows how long, with Harry breathing down his neck.

‘Please let me go.’ Louis whimpered after getting no response to his question earlier. He tried to make his body as heavy as possible hoping the weight would make him stop but Harry kept going as if Louis’ body weighed nothing more than a feather.

‘Shut up will you! One more word and I will make you wish you were never born fag!’ Harry hissed his eyes staring straight ahead as if he couldn’t care less yet Louis could feel the considerable tightening of his fingers on the wrist, as if he was afraid to let him go.

The fear and panic gripped his throat making it difficult for Louis to breathe; instinctively he kept fighting against Harry’s strength even though he knew the battle was long lost. All the while Louis struggled they drew closer to their destination, until their feet thumped against the marble tiles and came to a stop in front of the locked door.

‘It’s locked.’ Louis squealed and then pretended to cough to cover up his slip. He didn’t want to angry Harry any more than he already was.

‘No, it’s not.’ Harry replied and gave him the famous evil smirk, a bunch of keys dangled in his hand that was free and he shoved the key into the hole. The door opened with a soft click and Louis watched his faint rays of hope evaporating in the darkness as he peered inside. Harry never loosened his grip on Louis’ hand even when he was busy unlocking the door. It seemed a bit strange to Louis but he kept quiet about it.

Something felt different in the way Harry was treating him right now, it felt demanding but not harsh. For a moment Louis even considered the possibility that he wasn’t going to be beaten up, that even if Harry had dragged him down to this gloomy place it was for something else, to do something different, maybe to offer an apology? It was too much of hope even for someone like Louis but he couldn’t help think about it just the same.

Harry didn’t bother to turn on the lights as he pulled Louis inside and closed the door, locking it behind him. Whatever little light had been streaming in from the outside was cutoff throwing the room into perpetual darkness. Louis wanted to reach out and touch Harry, for comfort and warmth but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk the lad knowing that he had a fear of dark places. If it came out in the open, Harry would make it his job to lock him in the darkest, smelly basements after beating him to death every single night. It wasn’t something Lou was ready to face. Not yet.

‘Harry?’ Louis’ voice sounded more like a whimper and he hated it, but there was no other way to reach for him in the dark. He couldn’t go around banging the walls or tracing his fingers searching for that idiot.

Unfortunately no one answered his call.

Louis’ fear began to reach new heights as time passed by and there was still no sign of Harry. Where could he have disappeared? Did he slip out from behind when Louis wasn’t paying attention? Does that mean he was locked in this dark place with no way out? No!

Someone groaned from besides him and suddenly Louis was pushed into the nearby wall. His back collided with a loud bang and Louis yelped in surprise. The body pressed hard against him, crushing him, and burying him more into the wall. Louis felt trapped and he began to struggle against what he supposed was Harry’s body. No sooner did he try to move, his hands were pinned above his head and his lips were attacked by another rough pair of lips. These lips were hot and hungry, trying to eat him up and smother him under their hold.

His cries muffled under the unexpected kiss and Louis began to tear away from the lips that possessed him. But the person wasn’t in the mood to allow any such thing and increased the pressure. His teeth bit into Louis’ soft lips and pulled on it, sucking it and licking it in quick strokes. Louis could barely breathe under the weight of the body. He tried responding to the kiss but Louis was unable to do so as hot tongue lashed out and entered his mouth, licking him on the inside, tasting him, and dominating him.

The fierce heat of the body burned Louis to the core and he felt his body sag under it. There was still no stopping of the kiss. The person was still eating his face, tasting every inch of his mouth as if wanting to memorize it and store it somewhere deep within its head. Hands snaked out into Louis’ smooth hair, pulling them down and forcing him to allow more access of his mouth.

By now Louis was sure his lips would resemble swollen tomatoes and he had no idea how he was going to explain that to the homeroom teacher. They both were breathless yet Louis had no control over the raging kiss that had consumed him.

The beast wanted to eat him and he had.

After what seemed like a very long time, they broke apart and Louis gulped in some fresh air. His mouth throbbed with a dull ache and he could no longer feel his lips. He raised a hand and touched them gingerly; they had definitely swollen as predicted and were numb from kissing so long.

Louis had barely managed to stand up straight when a hand slapped onto the wall beside his head and someone’s hot breath fanned his face.

‘If you ever utter a word about this to another living soul, I will kill you for sure this time.’ Harry whispered into his ears. Louis nodded without hesitation not wanting to be attacked again.

He heard the loud bang of the door and knew Harry had left him for good. His mind was still reeling over what had just happened. Louis had finally lost his first kiss but he wasn’t sure if he had enjoyed it. The idea of having lost it to someone unknown would have been better than this.

The idea of having kissed someone…anyone would have been better then kissing his enemy! Better than kissing HARRY EDWARD STYLES…right?

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