things i can't (l.s)

Chapter 11

I carried Harry to the nurse's office, his face dripping with crimson red. His poor eyes were already purple, and his lip was already swollen. He seemed so light in my arms, like a feather. I wondered how he was so little. As I set him down on the small bed in the nurse's office, I was ushered to leave Harry immediately. I wanted to stay so badly, to make sure my angel was okay.

"Harry has been here for this before, we will take care of him. I promise, Mr..." She waited for me to give her my name.

"Tomlinson," I stated. "Thank you."

She shook her head sadly, "Of course, now go," she smiled.

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Harry's POV:

I woke up alone in the nurse's office and memories of what had just happened flushed through my brain, causing me to instantly feel dizzy again. I wonder who brought me in this time. The last three times I was brought into the nurse's after Zayn had beaten me was by a science teacher, an English teacher, and a stoner who was late to class and saw me laying in the middle of the floor.

What if it was Louis?!

I felt my heart rate pick up when I knew it must have been him. He was the only person who knew of my whereabouts during lunch. This instantly gave me a shock of relief when I knew my theory of him and Zayn's relationship was right. He figured Zayn was a dick. But then I realized that now, Louis knew of a part of my darkness. What if he was going to stop being my friend over this? What if he only helped me to help me, but he isn't going it talk to me ever again because he knows I'm just a freak who gets bullied? I felt the thoughts rush back into my head and I suddenly felt exhausted again. My head fell back onto the small bed and I nodded off to sleep once again.

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Arising once again in the nurse's office, I see that this time, I'm not alone in the office. Jenny, the school nurse, meets my gaze once I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"How ya feelin' honey?"

"I'm okay, really Jenny, I don't need my mom to be involved in this." I knew she was going to try and tell my mother about this- she always insists every time I'm in here after a beating.

"Harry, this is the fourth time this has happened, yet you refuse to tell me who does this to you or let me get your mom involved."

"It's because she doesn't need to know about this, Jenny. She has too many other things going on in her life that are more important and crucial than this. Please, just don't get her involved this time. It's way less bad than last time remember?"

She shook her head and nodded, the memory of my last time in here rushing back to her thoughts. I was bleeding pretty badly, I think she nearly threw up. I laughed to myself. I found it quite strange that I was internally giggling at such a terrible situation.

"Next time, Harry. Next time this happens, I'm telling your mom." She pointed her finger at me.

"Yes, Jenny. Thank you for cleaning me up."

She nodded sadly and walked me out to my bike. School was over anyway.

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Louis' POV:

I was pacing back and fourth in my room, waiting for a text from Harry just so I could know that he was alright. He was going to be alright... right? I'd been in my room for the past three hours since I got home, just praying and hoping that everything would be okay- that my Harry would be okay.

Zayn made me sick. I wanted to fucking kill him for hurting Harry like that. God, I hoped he was still in the back of the school where I left him, passed out on the ground like the fool he was. I hate him. I hate Zayn and I hate the way he thinks it was okay for him to hurt my Harry like that.

A text popped up on my phone.

"Please, please, please," I hoped it was my angel.

From Haz: "Lou? Was it you who carried me to the nurse?"

I respond immediately.

To Haz: "Yes, it was me. Are you okay, Harry? I was so worried."

From Haz: "I'm okay. Do you think I am a freak now?"

To Haz: "No, Haz, I could never. Something like this doesn't happen because of you, it happens because some people like hurting others." I almost hit send, but realize how much I'm aching to see him. I add to the text, "Come over. I want to see you." I press send.

From Haz: "Okay, I'd like it better if I could let my wounds heal a little before trying to put makeup over them anyways. Haha..."

I felt so sad. This must happen too often. I mean, he bought makeup just to cover the wounds when Zayn does this to him?

To Haz: "Okay. I'll see you in a bit." I sent him my address and he was in his way over.

I couldn't wait to talk to him. After seeing what happens to him, I knew I needed to protect him and have him let me in even more. I just wanted to hold him and make him feel like he was safe with someone.

I wanted to be his someone.