the reunion - Larry Sylinson (completed)

7. part

Harry POV

"Lou?"

"What's up babe?"

We are laying on his bed and my head is on his chest. His arm is on my back and holds me close to him. One of my arms is on his stomach and the other one under his back.

"I- I should go. We got school tomorrow and maybe my mom thinks that I'm dead or something like that."

He grins at me and pecks me on my lips.

"Yeah. Of course. But you don't have you car here. I could drive you home."

"Thanks!"

"Everything for my love."

I feel me blush because of the nickname. He winks at me and I sit up. Then Louis whines.

"Everything okay, Boo?"

"You. Warmth. Away. Cold."

"Lou, c'mere! I just... I just have to go now."

We drive home in a comfortable silence and I lay me hand on his. Then he looks short at me and we both grin like idiots. When we're home Louis presses me against the car.

"What-" I am cut of by his lips against mine. I smile and kiss back after putting my hands on his hips. He wraps his arms around my neck and plays with my hair, still kissing me.

I try to pull away but he holds me close. I finally get out of his grip and chuckle a bit.

"Hey, Lou it's okay. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"But I'll miss you!"

"I'll miss you too. Bye, Love!" with that I run into my house. When I close the door I can see Robin and he doesn't look happy.

"Who was that!? Was that a GUY?! Harry don't you dare kiss a fucking GUY!!!"

"I-I... I'm so-sorry."

Robin presses me against the wall but not as soft as Louis did. He does it really hard. That hurts.

"S-stop Robin. It hurts."

"I don't care! You can't kiss a LAD! You're a fag! A fucking fag!"

He presses me harder against the wall until he sees tears in my eyes.

"Don't cry, faggot!" With that he let's me free and I run upstairs in my room and lock the door. I collapse on my bed and I can't hold back my tears any longer. I cry into my pillow until I can't anymore. I'm to tired too continue.

I can't remember that I fell asleep but in the next morning my mom wakes me up and says that I'm late. I just stand up, brush my teeth, chance my clothes and rush out of the house. Without a word to my mother and without breakfast.

That's how it works the whole day: I don't say anything just sit and stare at my hands. Even if the teaches asks me something I don't look up.

At lunch time I can see Liam, Zayn and Niall at our table. They smile at me but I don't smile back. I just run out of the school to the library.

When school ends I jump in my car. I can see Louis outside grinning at me but I just drive away.

The next weeks is like that but after maybe ten days Louis grabs my hand and leads me to an empty classroom. He shuts the door and looks at me. He just looks at me. He doesn't do anything else. I can see worry in his eyes and... hurt.

"Harry...?" he finally says. But he doesn't continue.

Then he pushes me against the walls. I can't stop the tears which are now streaming down my face, because my shoulders hurt so badly and because it remembers me of Robin pressing me against the wall. Robin did it a few times again. And he slapped me, often.