Chapter Five

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"O-oh. So, you are gay?" Suddenly Louis walks closer to me, eventually getting so close to the point I could feel his minty hot break touching my mouth, sending chills up my body in a wave. 

Leaning in and in, closer and closer by the moment, was I going to kiss him?

And then;

bam.

"Nope!" I gasped quietly, he began to laugh. "You are such a gay boy! Mate, you thought I was actually going to kiss you, and you even played along!" His words stabbed at me like knives, but I was always good at covering up my emotions.

"So what? What now, are you going to beat the shit out of me and leave me here in the rain. Then go to school tomorow and tell all your little friends that I'm gay? Huh? You brought me here just to ruin my whole life, didn't you? Well fuck you Ryan. Its not going to happen." Wait?

"Well. To start, that escalted quickly. Second, I don't have any friends to even tell, and third- who the hell is Ryan?" Now I felt badly, I didn't mean to hurt him or make him feel like I viewed his as a bully, I guess it slipped.

"I am sorry, I am just used to it. Thats why I moved here to Doncaster, because the bullies back home were to much and- its just a long story." He nods, walking past me. "Where are you going?" I ask as his soaking wet silohette makes its way to his car, ignoring me. "Louis!"

"Who is Ryan?" He was half way inside his car, he had the door inhand and one leg propping him up.

"An old friend." I say, he shakes his head and closes his car door, it was a rusted old navy blue Datson, a very common and average car. 

As I drove home, a bunch of questions ran about my head. Why did he even bring me there in the first place? Why did he pretend to kiss me, and then tease me? Was the reason he brought me there to find out if I was gay? And, why did he seem so dispointed with me when I told him Ryan was an old friend? 

I had all these questions but zero answers.

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...

"Mom." I say sitting in the TV room, watching goaglewars with her.

"Harry." She states, folding her laundry while keeping her eyes focused on the TV. I hesitate, not sure how to put this in words, or a question.

"If you tell some one you just met a really personal secret, but they have no friends- do you think they would tell everyone?" She stops what she is doing, drops the pants she was folding, and her eyes look at me. 

"Why? Is there bullies? Does the school need to get involved? Harry you know if there is any one hurting you, emotionally or physically I will take care of this." By the end of her mini-panic-attack, I find her sitting right on top of me, clutching my arm, squeezing it so hard I couldn't feel the blood in my fingertips.

"No! Mum, there is no one hurting me. I just have a friend- well, I guess, a- I don't know right now maybe a-"

"Boyfriend!" Her pink lips stretch out into a wide smile of joy.

"No. I said a friend, a acquaintance more like. And he found out that I'm gay, but he is kind of mysteriously quiet and doesn't have many friends. I am just worried he might tell some one then eventually the whole school will find out, next thing you know the bullying starts up again." My mum's eyes fill to the brim with fright, like I could see the memories of me coming home with bruises from head to toe and tears sheeted my cheeks as I ran to my room not wanting to talk about any of it. I could see all those memories in her eyes, that and the fright of me becoming that Harry again.

"H-he won't baby. Trust him, talk to him about it."

"I don't think I will be talking to L- that kid again, he is kind of a jerk." I mumble, that was kind of the truth, kind of. 

The thing that makes him a jerk is he brought me out into that field, in the pouring rain, for me to admit I am gay. Then took off after teasing me with a kiss and shaking his head at me for nothing. The part that made him not jerky was he took time out of his day to figure me out, and he was beautiful. 

"Ok, just if any one is being mean, come to me and I'll take care of it." I nod, bullshitting her. Yessing her to death. No way was I walking into school with my "mummy" and taking care of the assholes, with her.

I'd be taunted even more than I was, things would just have to run their corse, or I'd suck it up just like I did for three years back home.

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... (sorry for skipping a lot I just don't want to bore you guys)

"Harry!" I hear my name being called from down the hallway at school, I flinch at the sound of my name being yelled.

"Shh!" I say, it was Zayn.

"Oh, why?" He questions me.

"Liam could be any where in these halls, just waiting to beat the crap out of me for what I was saying at lunch yesterday."

"Speaking about yesterday," he pauses to look at his shoes, I walk faster not really wanting to hear the question I have been asked all day long by faces I have never even seen before, 'what did Mrs.Kirkpatrick do to you?' No way I was telling anyway. "I am sorry." Zayn speaks, looking back up at me, with sorrow and true guilt featured in his eyes. 

"It's alright."

"No, its not. Just because I don't support gay rights doesn't mean I should bash you for it. I get its your opinion and it was rude of me to yell at you for what you believe. Really mate, I'm sorry." I nod, putting on a fake smile. The one I wore when nothing was right, when I was confused and annoyed. Its just this time it wasn't because of my mom, or bullies -for the most part-, or school grades, friends. Nothing like that. It was Louis and his unfathomable-self. "I got to go to class, see you!" He pats my back, jogging off to where ever his next class was. I watch his stroll into a classroom just as the bell rang, lucky little shit, I was late. Not like I have to run, either way I was going to be late so whats the big woop?

I am opening the door to my classroom, and everyone stares at me like I've just murdered somebody. I look at teh teacher who was in the middle of writing our "do-now" on the board, her hand stops in motion with the chalk, and her head turns to me. 

"Mr. Styles, you're three and a half minutes late. Why?" She scowled at me as I sat in my seat, plopping my note book on the desk.

"I don't know, I was talking to a friend and I guess I got caught up a-and forgot about History." I say nervously, I didn't want any attention from any one, to late for that because basically the whole classes eyes were glued onto me.

"Well, you have a detention today after school. 3:00 sharp, and if you're late for that one then you have to clean my chalkboard afterschool every day for a week." I huff a bit to my self and nod, people around me turn their heads back to their notebooks writing down the do now.

"Aye, Styles." I can here one of the boys from Liam's crew calling at me, I don't turn around. Wanting to aviod him and Liam and yet another detention. He slaps the back of my neck, making a harsh noise, I wince.

"What do you want Jake?" I turn my head, to meet his satanness gaze.

"Just wanted to let you know you are a faggot." He sits back in his seat, crossing his arms, smirking like he was satisfyed with himself, what a douche.

"Yeah, if I'm such a faggot than why are you wasting your breath on me?" I say, feeling proud of me. I never really stood up for myself with Liam or his crew, I the hear him lean up from his creaky chair, his gross breath hits my ear as he says, 

"you don't know what kind of trouble you just got yourself into, Styles." 

Hey readerss x There is really nothing to put here. So just wanted to let you know that I am  probably going to update on Friday or this weekend! Also for all you "Just Love" sequal readers on quotev, a lot of you were upset I left Quotev for wattpad so I am updating that story again:) just for you! love you all so very much, and hope you are all safe. Xx

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