On my knees for you (Boyxboy)

Five

Woke up early

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P.O.V LOUIS

I lie down on my bed, my legs dangling off the end. Well that was an..interesting day. All my teachers seemed nice, people came up to me at times welcoming,  mostly the whores, probably because of my looks.

Louis is openly gay,  and has had some bad relationships in the past.  He moved here because of his recent relationship resulting in him starting to self harm more than before. However that doesn't mean Louis is scared to start new friendships, he's just scared of being close to someone. 

Louis is very good at flirting which does not reflect what he actually feels. He puts up a mask to imply that he is "happy", although he is a lost boy on the inside. 

The guy is psychology class, Harry I think his name is, he seems tense. I don't know why, he sure doesn't like talking to me. Maybe my gay is showing? Thats the only reason I can come up with,  maybe he's just a homophobe like the rest of them.

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I walk into psychology class and see the seat next to Harry unoccupied.  I move my short legs clad in black skinnies and black vans towards his table.

I chose to wear something more neutral today. A white v-neck shirt, not too see through, black jeans and my hair in mu usual quiff.  A dark green beanie ontop of my perfectly done hair. 

I sit down and take out my books, feeling a pair of eyes on me. I turn to look and my blue orbs are met by a pair of dark green ones, scanning my body and face.

Damn he's hot.

Hes wearing an oversized black jumper,  pulled over his wrists and a pair of extremely tight black jeans.

I look away feeling myself get turned on already. This can't be happening,  I promised my mother,  no more crushes.

I can still feel his eyes on me as Ms. Jones starts teaching.  I feel my groin immediately grow and I attempt to cross my legs. How can he have this affect on me?

I see everyone opening their books and begin writing.  What are we doing?  I take this opportunity to lean forwards close to Harrys ear.

"What are we doing?"

I hear his breathing speed up and he blinks rapidly.  I keep my face close to his as I smile, knowing I have an effect on him.

He turns to me, his green eyes meeting my blue ones again.

"F-fuck off"

I scowl at him realising my efforts are useless. He hates me.

I turn towards the teacher, ignoring Harry until the end of the lesson, getting up just as quick as Harry, following him outside to the deserted corridor.

I sprint up to him, grabbing his shoulder harshly. If he's playing this game, so am I.

He turns around quickly, connecting our eyes again. My knees go weak, he's beautiful. How can someone this beautiful have so much anger?

"What do you want twat?" He sneers at me and my brain goes blank. All I'm focused on is his eyes. Does he not feel what I feel?

"Answer me, now." His voice rising, causing  echos down the filling corridors.  People turn to look at the scene, eyes wide.

I gather myself and start what I came for. 

"You can't just treat me like this, I'm not someone you just swear at. What the hell did I do to you? I just asked simple questions." I feel my anger growing. Yes I'm new but that doesn't mean they can treat me like crap.

Before I know it I feel strong hands grabbing the neck of my t-shirt and I feel my back hitting the wall behind me harshly.  I whimper and he closes the gap between us, pressing me against the wall.  His lips are close to my ear and he whispers angrily

"You leave me the fuck alone shorty, you don't know who you're talking to. I don't want shit to do with you.  And I suggest you start feeling the same about me."

I whimper again and I feel him smile. His body heat burning against me. I feel myself growing just at the through of him touching me.

I swallow and he lets me go. I fall to the floor and all I see are a pair of white converse leaving me.

I hear people whisper and I see the flow of the corridor picking up speed again.

A pair of black converse suddenly appear next to me and I feel a firm hand on my shoulder. I flinch, bruises already forming because of Harrys firm grip. 

"Hey buddy, you alright?"

I look up and I see a raven haired boy looking down at me. Concern evident in his big brown eyes. I nod slightly and he helps me up. 

"Zayns the name, Im guessing you're the new kid yeah?"

I nod again feeling his arm around my waist. I feel abserlutely shit, my legs are just about to fail on me.

I find myself at a lunch table with Zayn, looking at my half eaten sandwich.

"Look, I know Harry looks kind, but I advise you to stay away. Him, Niall and Liam are all dicks. Although I've never seen Harry react like this,  it's not like him. Its usually Niall that does the dirty work. "

I nod again and take a bite of my sandwich.

"I just asked what we were doing in class,  I don't see why he reacted that way. I may have a gone a little far yesterday, calling him cute but come on."

Zayn looked at me in suprise

"You called him cute?"

I blushed and nodded.

"You called Harry, Harry Styles cute? To his face?"

"I may have done yes" I say smirking.

Zayn holds in a breath as he debates whether to tell Louis or not.

Zayn was best friends with Niall, Liam and Harry. They fell out at the beginning of last year as Zayn didn't like the way they started to act around school. Zayn knows all of their secrets though,  so he knows they won't touch him.

"You know Harry is bi right?"