Mean to Me ♡ Larry

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"Someday I'll be living in a big old city and all you're ever gonna be is mean."

Chapter 1: Mean

Past

Their words echo through his mind, as does their laughs... Harry doesn't understand, he hasn't done anything wrong, but apparently, his appearance, dedication to school and lack of money make him an easy target.

He places his bag in his locker and slams it shut, sadly earning more attention to himself. People snicker and some even mumble the amazing nickname Louis Tomlinson came up with for him, 'Curly the cocksucker'.

Speaking of Louis, Harry hears his loud, high pitched laughter boom through the hall. He side glances though his glasses and sees the small boy, clad in his footy gear, with his friends beside him. Louis has held a soccer ball, that he twirls on his finger like one would do with a basketball.

"Oi! Guys, look who it is! Curly cock sucker!" Louis teases, throwing the ball at Harry's head, causing him to smash it into the locker, his glasses falling to the floor, only to be stood on by Louis' friend, Stan.

"Sorry, forgot you were poor," Stan chuckles, crunching the glasses into the old, worn carpet a little more. "Have fun being blind, idiot."

"Bye Curly," Louis pokes his tongue out at the boy, before lifting his dainty hand to flip him off.

Harry watches as they walk away, looking around at the other students embarrassed. He leans down to pick his glasses up, already dreading telling his father. He never was happy when Harry broke things.

Luckily, Harry didn't need the glasses much anyway. He re-opens his locker, hiding his face as he sniffles a little bit, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. He grabs his books and scurries off to class, his head down, curls hiding his face.

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"Do not tell me you're getting dressed in the shower cubicle again?" Louis crosses his arms over his chest, shaking his head at Harry who had just begun to make his way to showers to get changed in private.

Louis' face is laced with annoyance, his jaw is clenched and his eyes are hardened on Harry. Harry shouldn't find the boy so scary, really... He is small, much smaller than Harry and is really a twink, who Harry doesn't think would hurt anyone or anything but Harry himself.

"I-I," Harry begins to stutter before just frowning and walking away, knowing Louis will not like that at all, but at the same time, not caring. He gets made fun of anyway.

Harry gets into the stall and locks the door, before undressing himself to replace the clothes with his gym uniform. He is careful when pulling his shorts up, making sure the material doesn't rub too hard against last night's fresh cuts that he had spent a lot of the night trying to stop bleeding.

Once dressed he leaves the stall, only to be stopped on his way out by Louis, who sneers at him and pushes Harry's chest. "Don't walk away from me again, you piece of shit," Louis grits out and Harry would probably laugh if Louis wasn't so god-damned mean.

"Why would I stay?" Harry whispers quietly, gnawing on his lip harshly, the metallic flavour of blood being tasted.

"Because that's what people do in conversations," Louis huffs, rolling his eyes. "Do you not know what manners are, Harold?"

"Lewis!" Stan calls from the other side of the locker room, his harsh voice echoing through the area. "Come here for a minute!"

Louis' eyes widen momentarily before he is glaring at Harry again. "Don't be rude to me again, otherwise we will have some issues, mate."

Harry watches as Louis walks off, his head now cast to the ground as he rounds the corner quickly, making his way to Stan, Harry assumes.

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"Right, I'm putting you into partners!" the gym teacher claps his hands, glancing at everyone in the class before he begins to list off names. Harry holds his breath, hoping the man puts him with one of the quiet girls... Or somebody anybody but Lou- "Louis and Harry, you are partners!"

"It is Lewis!"

People chuckle and Louis groans, slowly walking to Harry, a frown lacing his face. He wrinkles his nose when he gets to the taller boy, rolling his eyes. "This is bullshit," Louis grumbles, crossing his arms.

"I'm sorry," Harry whimpers, stepping away from Louis a little. "I-I-"

"Just shut up," Louis huffs out, shaking his head. "You can't speak properly anyway, so why even try? You're so pathetic."

Harry glances at Louis and sighs sadly. The boy looks sad and Harry doesn't know if he made him this way, he doesn't know if there is more to Louis than the bad boy persona he puts up...

He just... Doesn't know. But he wants to.

A/N: First chapter! What are your thoughts on it? x