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Jake slammed Louis against the lockers. His petite body creating a loud bang once he hit the cold metal. He whimpered when one of the locks pressed into his back.

''So, queer. How's ballet going?'' Jake spat in the smaller boy his face. Louis shook his head, trying to shove the bully away from him, but Jake only pressed his back against the lock harder.

Louis could definitely take him out if he wanted to. A lot of ballet dancers are mistaken for weak, gay boys when they're actually very strong. Which is quite logical since they have to jump high, lift the girls into the air and so on.

So yes, Louis could knock him out in a second. The only problem is that Jake is popular and Louis isn't. Jake has an army of other bullies behind him. Louis only has his passion for his hobby.

''Fucking answer me!'' Jake's Scottish accent snapped Louis out of his thoughts. ''I-It's fi-ne.'' He stuttered out. A few boys behind the bully nickered at Louis' pathetic respond.

Jake slammed Louis his head against the lockers, the impact causing tears to spring in Louis his eyes. Just as Jake swung his fist back to hit the ballet dancer, the bell rang.

''Saved by the bell, Tomlinson.'' Jake sneered and walked off to class. Louis sighed jerkily. HE grabbed his books and walked into the same classroom Jake was in.

You would think Louis hated this calss, but Harry was there too. Since the two had been dating for more than a month now, Louis didn't care about that anymore.

The bell rang again and the Enlish teacher started the lesson. Louis zoned out when the class was coming to an end, doodling little things that had to do with Harry and him. The teacher told her students she had to leave for a meeting before leaving the classroom.

As soon as she was gone, the students began screaming and throwing things. Louis sat in the back, still doodling when suddenly a figure appeared next to him.

Jake.

Louis tried to slam his notebook shut, but Jake ripped it from his desk. He studdied the page for a second and then he burst into a fit laughter.

He showed the notebook to his friends, who joined his laugh withing seconds.

The Scot slammed the notebook on Harry's desk, who was watching the scene with confused eyes.

''Would you look at that, Styles! The poof has crush on you.'' He said with tears in his eyes from laughing. The whole class was laughing now, making Louis feel like a complete and utter fool.

Harry looked at the page before looking at Louis, who was staring at Harry with scared eyes.

Harry looked back at the paper, reading the lines and admiring the doodles. He smiled and blushed a little because, damn it, Louis was good with his words.

''What are you smiling at, Styles?'' Jake wheezed between laughs.

The curly-haired boy stood up with the notebook and walked towards Louis, who was still staring at him. He stood up once Harry was in front of him and took the notebook with shaky hands when Harry held it out for him. ''That's too cute, baby.''

Jake watched the scene with and open mouth, but when Harry pulled Louis in for a long kiss, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Louis smiled against Harry's lips shyly and tried o pull back, but Harry whined in disagreement and kissed him again.

He offered small lad a cheeky grin before turning his attention back to Jake. ''I saw what you did to him this morning.'' He snapped and pushed jake backwards, sending him flying to the floor.