Precious (Harry Styles)

THIRTY FOUR

Not feeling great, so I'm sorry if this is rubbish...

***WARNING...CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES THAT MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME***

Harry had been back at school for a few weeks now. His cuts had healed, but had left slight scars. Louis and the family had kept a close eye on Harry,  making sure he wouldn't do it again.

He had become very subdued though. He hardly ever seemed happy, and didn't speak much. He seemed scared quite a bit too.

Nobody had any idea what Harry was going through at school. The bully was careful,  always making sure nobody saw when he took Harry to a playground corner, to torment him with his words or actions.

Harry had no idea why he did this to him. Why did he pick on him constantly. Harry never spoke about it. The threat of the boy killing him was too real to him. He didn't want to die.

Harry had just finished his lunch in his classroom, when he headed to the toilet, keeping his eyes open, looking around every corner, moving fast, but warily.

Harry nearly reached the toilets when he was pulled from behind, a tiny squeak coming from his mouth.

A hand covered his face as he was dragged backwards and out of a nearby door, that lead to the back of the school.

Harry cried quietly. Silent tears streaming down his pale face.

The boy took Harry by his curls and dragged him to a corner, away from any prying eyes.

He threw him to the cold ground and laughed.

"Oh my god...you're pathetic! Anyone else would try to run away or fight back, but you're just a weak baby. Look at you, crying. You make me sick! Why are you still here anyway? Nobody likes you! Your family hate you! They all wish you were dead!" The boy spat in Harry's face.

"You're fat and ugly and very stupid! You need to go on a diet. You shouldn't eat...you're gonna get as fat as a whale! You need to be sick. Go on...make yourself sick. You don't want to be fat do you?" Harry shook his head.

"Go on then!"

Harry looked bewildered.

"Look...you put your fingers in your mouth like this..." the boy showed him, making himself gag.

Harry looked shocked.

The boy moved closer to Harry and held him around his neck with one hand while he forced his mouth open, sticking his fingers in.

Harry started thrashing about, as he gagged, before he threw up his dinner.

"You dirty pig!" The boy yelled but laughing at the same time. "There...that's better. Keep doing that after you eat and you won't get fat. I'm gonna keep checking you're not getting fat...right?!"

Harry nodded, wiping his mouth, feeling dizzy and disgusting.

"Come here every day after lunch. I wanna make sure you're sick." Harry nodded again, rubbing his sore eyes.

"Now...remember,  you tell anyone and I'll kill you. Go away now!"

Harry got up on shaky legs and walked slowly back to his classroom.

He never made it to the toilet, too scared to go now, in case the boy got him again.

He sat quietly in his seat, waiting for lunch to be over.

When the bell rang, the other children came in and took their seats, including Mabel,  who sat next to him.

"Harry. Did you eat all your lunch?" She asked, smiling.