Lipstick || l.s

three

Harry's POV

Lunch was finally over. Before we left the table, Niall looked at my timetable and told me to follow Louis for our next class. I didn't ask why because Louis must have the same class of me. The five of us all walked out altogether then the groups split into two groups. Niall, Zayn and Liam went into the hallway to the left and I was with Louis walking to the hallway on the right. We walked beside each other but we didn't speak. I looked at my timetable to see where my next class.

Subject: Music
Teacher: Ms. Galati
Room: 105
Time: 12:47-1:30

I walk closer beside Louis because I there's just a huge pile of people hanging around the hallways and I really don't want to get lost. I stand so close to Louis that my whole side is touching him. At the time we already got out of the crowded hallway. Louis removes his headphones and gives me a weird look.

"I'm sorry." I said stepping a few steps away from the irritated boy. He rolls his eyes and walks into a classroom. I look up at the doorframe to see the classroom number I was looking for. I follow Louis which turned out to be a very large classroom. There was a grand piano, a drum set, a xylophone set, a bass drum, and plenty of chairs with many instruments in their shelves. I sit down on a random chair on the corner just observing the room from there. There was music books on the side of the wall, the teachers desk right in front and a black chalkboard.

I sit in my seat for another few minutes before a guy with a varsity jacket walks up to be looking pissed.

"Get off my seat-" the guy looks at my face and I'm not surprised to see that he noticed my lips. He laughs out loud before I roll my eyes. "We've got a princess over here."

A few more guys walked up to me and basically trapped me inside their circle. I take deep breaths trying my best to stay calm. "Look at this faggot over here with his red lipstick."

"Did your mom disown you yet?" Another guy asked who was really tall and fit.

"No, my mom loves me." I replied because it's true. She does love me. I know she does.

"If I were your mother, I would regret having a messed up child like you." I try to ignore it but I can't. My breathing becomes rapid, the tears start slipping from my eyelids, I start to shake. I can't move at all, I just want to get out of here.

"Oh shit, he finally snaps back to reality."

I break. It's nearly impossible to breathe, my body turned cold and numb, tears flowed down my eyes and I'm shaking tremendously. I can't focus properly but I feel like people are looking at me. I can't see anything anymore. My tears have blinded me. I feel like I'm going to pass out soon.

"Call for help!" Echoes in my head over and over again. And in the matter of two seconds, I was out.

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I wake up breathing normally again. My eyes open wide and look around the room. It looked very unfamiliar for me. A nurse walks in and was surprised that I was awake.

"Are you okay there?" The nurse asks getting a few supplies from the drawers.

"Uhm, yeah. I just have a headache." Feeling a slight pounding in my head.

"That must've been from the fall." The nurse says. She takes out her stethoscope, and places the cold metal part under my shirt and on my chest.

"Love, do you mind sitting up for me?" The nurse asks. I sit up and turn around so she can hear my heart beat and breathing from my back. After she was done she asks to sit facing her. She checks my eyes, ears and other places in my body before she sits down and writes notes.