Magic [larry au]

Chapter 11

Louis had to admit, he wasn't bad at all in English.

It was one of two classes in school he liked, but that was because he actually understood it and got good grades. Writing about Shakespeare, reading a few books and listening to the boring teacher weren't that hard, but the rest of his class thought the opposite.

That included Harry, but he was a grade below. He despised English, but had no problem with math. Stupid fucking math. Louis was glad Harry was always there for him when he needed him, also when it had something to do with math.

Today though, he absolutely hated being here. For some reason, everyone was staring at him and studying his every move, and it was so uncomfortable. He was also confused. Had some of his team mates said anything? He hoped not.

As Louis sat down at his desk, he noticed Liam and Zayn were glancing at him with annoying chuckles coming out of their mouths. He didn't know what to feel. Was there something going on he didn't know about?

"Tomlinson, you haven't seen Harry this morning, have you?"

Liam was laughing after asking the question, but tried to hold it in when he saw Zayn glaring at him, telling him to shut up with his eyes. Louis was scared now. No, he hadn't seen his boyfriend this morning, but he figured Harry was just late as always and he would come here soon. Apparently not.

"No..." he replied, narrowing his eyes, "what did you do?"

"Hey! Why are you immediately assuming we did something?" Zayn said with a smug expression, and that was a really bad signal to Louis.

Harry was in trouble, and he didn't know what had happened. He had a feeling if Zayn and Liam hadn't told him about this, he wouldn't have known at all. It was obvious Harry hated to always ask for help and to always want someone to protect him. Either his ex-friends had done something, or a rumor was spreading around. He hoped it was the second one.

Louis hated seeing Harry sad or in pain. If Zayn or Liam had anything to do with this, he hoped they didn't expect to stay alive after this mess.

"Because you fucking asked me if I had seen him today. Where is he?!" Louis grumbled, gripping his English book harder in anger. His voice was still soft though, because they weren't allowed to talk in class.

"Well, he was crying when we last saw him," Liam told him with a cocky smirk on his face. Some students were now listening to their conversation, not so subtly staring at him with curious eyes whilst glancing at Liam and Zayn once in a while. Louis really wanted to beat the shit of those two dicks, but he had more important things to do right now.

Before his ex-friends or their teacher, Mrs. Ludvig, could say anything he was already out of the classroom, running to find his precious Harry. Gosh, he was so scared.

The echo of his footsteps travelled through the hallways, and his eyes were roaming around him to try and spot the familiar mop of curly hair he liked so much. He tried not to think of the worst, and started praying inside his head that his baby would be alright.

Soon enough, he heard cries coming from the boys' bathroom. They were so loud, and so familiar. Louis already felt his hands starting to shake like he was in the cold. His heart was also ripped from his chest, stomped on and broken into small tiny pieces. The pain wasn't something you could describe.

He found Harry though. He found him.

"I'm gonna kill myself, I'm gonna kill myself, I'm gonna kill myself-"

Louis couldn't handle to hear those loud whispers anymore. It reminded him of the night where Harry almost took his life, and he always thought about how it would be like if Harry actually suceeded and wasn't here anymore.