"Hey fag!" the lockers pinned into my back as a guy pushed me aside causing me to fall to the floor. "Dude, back off." Harry's hand was right in front of my face, gesturing me to grab it.
"thanks" I ran off to my next class, fearing that I would be late. The teacher was talking so fast I couldn't understand a thing. What she was saying sounded like chinese. As she was turned around to write on the board kids were using pencils as if it were going I'm her butt. How immature. I looked across the room and spotted Harry staring at me. I hadn't noticed he was in my class but I suddenly felt happy that I caught him looking at me. It sent a rush through me, a tingly feeling in my stomach started to rumble. "We have a test tommorow, study. Its worth half of your grade." The bell rang in the middle of her talking as kids rushed out the room and left only me and Harry in class.
"Hi Louis." he was speaking to me. His voice was so angelic that I swear I could see wings on his back. My body began shaking and i completely forgot the English language.
"Ahhoojay." omg, what did I just say. I need to get out of here, as I was running back home I could hear Harry calling my name. I ignored it and ran to my house.
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A Touch Of Love. (A Larry Stylinson Story)
Fanfiction"gay and fag" words louis hears everyday, it hurts you know. But then Harry comes and talks to him, gets closer to him, cares for him, but how much does Harry care for him? Can he stand up for Louis even if it means jeopardizing his reputation ?
