My High School Sweetheart

Eight

Harry's POV:
   Chris slapped me on my back. "Ouch you butthole!" I yelled. He just laughed and said,      
   "Get over it you wuss." He did not just call me that. "I've beat you up before, and I won't hesitate to do it again!" I growl lowly.
   "Ty me!" He said, getting all in my face.   
   "You wanna bet?!" I growl back.
   "Alright! Alright! Break it up children!" My best friend Niall says. He comes in between us, and pushed us apart.
   "Oh whatever Niall you wimp." Chris sneers. "Bet your glad your little boyfriend saved you!?" He says 
   Me and Niall both turn around and simultaneously flip him off.
   "Oh Harry!" Chris singsongs. I turn around slowly, and roll my eyes.
   "Thanks for beating up your little fag today. Glad to see your still following orders." Ugh he's such a tushyhole.
(A/N: Bahahaha I'm so sorry! 😂 That's the best insult I could come up with without cursing.)
  "Yeah yeah! Whatever!" I say nonchalantly as I walk away. I mean, I still feel bad for all those things I've done to him.
    It's not like I wanted too. He forced me. I needed to protect myself.
   He said it was payback for what I did to him. It's all because I beat him up for hurting Chelsea.
Flashback (the day zayn saw him and his mother arguing):
I was just about to go inside, when I felt something cold pressed to my temple. It's a gun! There's a gun pointed at me!
   "Hello Harry." I hear a voice beside me. I look over, and see Chris.
    "Why are you here?" I ask, trembling with fear.
   "Payback you little bastard. You think you can humiliate me like that?" He says raising his brows.
    "Here's the deal. You have two choices. I either shoot you right now, or you can do me a favor. What I need you to do with is make the faggot lads life a horrid time. Your gonna pretend your not gay, and your gonna start hanging with me. You will do everything I say." He says.
   He holds his hand out.
   "Give me your phone." He says, and I unlock it with my thumbprint and hand it over.
   He scrolls through my contacts, and finds what he's looking for.
   "You have zayn in here as cutie pie?!" He bursts out laughing.
    He hands over my phone and I see what he's done. Crap!
    He's texted zayn an awful text message, and blocked him.
    "Tell anyone about our little chat and your dead baby doll." He says. Moving the gun from my temple.
   That night I cry myself to sleep, thinking about what's to come next.
    I hate to say it, or even think it, but Chris was smart. He targeted zayn, knowing I had a weak spot for him.
    This is how he's gonna torture me.
End of flashback.
I remember that clear as day.
   I run my hand down my face, and let out a sigh.
   "You ok mate?" My Irish friend ask me. He's really the only real friend I've had the past five months.
    "Yeah I'm fine nialler." I say. "I don't believe you, but I won't push it." He says, patting my shoulder.

A/N: "save the turtles and I-oop sksksk" if I hear this one more fricklefraking time I will explode! Like asteroid hit the earth explode! I mean, I want to save the turtles, but that sentence gets annoying. Anyway DOUBLE UPDATE MY FRIENDS!!!!! Because of the late update, I figured I might as well try to make up for it, so here I am just sitting here givin you two chapters. Don't forget to VOTE, COMMENT, and FOLLOW to get notifications when I update. Okie buh byeeeee my loves.😘 (p.s. sorry it's so short! Writers blockety block.)