CamBoy (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 7

It was the next day and Harry had felt bad about what he had said to Louis. He didn't know why, Louis had said much worse to him in the past. But unlike Louis, Harry had a heart so he felt horrible for being rude.

Plus he didn't know want Louis was going to do to Harry for him being so hostile towards him. So throughout the day, he tried to avoid Louis. Which meant he had to ditch a couple of classes but it meant he could avoid getting his ass kicked so he was okay with that.

He was almost scot free, it was last period and he didn't have Louis in that class. He hurried along to the classroom to avoid seeing Louis in the hall when he felt his arm being pulled. The next thing Harry knew he was in a dark room, the janitors closet.

Harry swore he could've pissed himself when the light turned on and he saw Louis standing there. "J-Just let me go to class, p-please Louis."

Louis didn't say anything, he just shoved something sharply into his chest. Harry looks at it to see it's his maths notebook. He looked up at Louis with furrowed brows.

"I uh copied it down in the notebook you gave me." Louis said as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "So I was wondering what you needed me to do next."

"I'm not your tutor anymore, you don't take orders from me." Harry shook his head as he went to leave when Louis pushed him back by his chest.

"Harry, I'm trying to be nice here and you're making it extremely difficult." Louis huffed. "I need to pass or I'll have to repeat the course and I won't be able to play footie."

"Doesn't sounds like my problem." Harry mumbled.

"I'm begging you to help me here. Please." Louis said and since Harry was such a good person he couldn't bring himself to tell Louis no.

Harry sighed defeatedly and nodded. "Okay, I'll tutor you."

"Thank god." Louis sighed revealingly. "This can't change how I treat you, I have a reputation to uphold and I simply still don't respect you."

Harry rolled his eyes, "Whatever, the names don't bother me. Just quit hitting me, my job doesn't like bruises."

Louis raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"It doesn't matter, I have to get to class." Harry waved him off and headed off to class just barely getting there before the bell rang. He went through last period a lot less anxious considering Louis wasn't going to beat him up anytime soon.

So he headed home and easily did his broadcast with no issue. He was on time, had no bruises to cover up. Everything was great. He didn't expect everything to go down hill from there.

"Harry." Anne called from kitchen. He put some clothes on and ran down.

"What's up?" He asked as he hopped up on the kitchen counter.

"The post office called, your box is full again." Anne sighed as she chopped some onions.

"Okay, can someone drive me down there so I can empty it?" Harry asked.

Anne shook her head, "Gemma is at tutoring and my car is in the shop."

"So I have to walk." Harry muttered.

"I'm so sorry, love. There's not much I can do." She smiled sadly.

"It's fine, it won't kill me to walk." Harry shrugged, he didn't want his mum to feel bad for something she couldn't control. Walking wasn't the hard part, the fact that he would have carry all the crates home was.

"If you say so, be safe." She said, kissing his head as he left. He was without contacts, glasses, nerdy clothes or hair gel so he was in his natural state. It was nice being Ike this, plus then if he saw anyone he knew, they wouldn't recognize him.