( Harry and his friends were sitting in the cafeteria when Harry heard a loud thud. He looked around to see Louis on the ground while some jocks were laughing at him.
"Aww. Is the fag crying. So much tears! I bet you store it in your fat arse." One of them laughed.
"Watch it, dude! It's not funny!" Harry got up of the chair and pushed one of the jock.
"Always ruining the fun, Styles!" The jock rolled his eyes.
"I'll be doing the same with your face if you don't fuck off right now." Harry threatened.
The jocks rolled their eyes and left.
"You okay, Louis?" Harry asked as he helped him get on his feet by tugging on his wrists. But he released him when he let out a heartbreaking scream.
"Aah! Let go, Harry. Please." He cried out and pulled his wrist to his chest. Harry's heart broke when he saw blood at the end of Louis' long sleeve.
"Lou, you cut?" Harry asked sadly.
"It's none of your business!" He said and ran away to the bathroom.)
Boo: That was very nice of you haz☺
Harry: You saw that? Are you here?
Boo: yup I'm here.
Boo: you look gorgeous today 😘
Harry: i want to help him boo...
Boo: no haz
Boo: don't
Boo: he doesn't need your help nor your pity
Haz: but boo
Boo: no haz
Boo: no buts
Boo: if he asks for help then don't hesitate
Boo: but there's no need for you to put your nose in his business right now.
Harry: okay 🙁
Boo: don't be sad sweetcheeks
Boo: he'll be okay
Boo: specially now after knowing that somebody cares😊
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Wrong Number... Actually Not!
FanfictionA pretty quick story of a boy who found his crush's number and decided to risk it and text the boy of his dreams. But what happens when Harry receives a text from an unknown number? Would it turn out to be a wrong number? Or the right-est one? WAR...
