Chapter 1

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Harry impatiently tapped his foot against the cold classroom tile, waiting for the goddamned class to end. Even if the class only started a good two minutes ago.

"Alright class, please give a warm welcome to our new student, Louis Tomlinson." the teacher (Harry never bothered to remember her name) said happily.

Harry scoffed. The school didn't have a shit about new kids.

The short brunette stumbled over to a seat near the back of the class. Smart, Harry thought. He must have realized nobody is gonna be nice to him here.

After an hour of Harry trying not to kill the students who kept tapping their pens against the tables, the bell finally rang. Harry quickly exited the stuffy classroom, getting away from everyone. He didn't really have friends to go hang out with, because he didn't like anyone. Ever.

People were annoying.

He was pretty sure he was supposed to go to History class after this, but he needed to get away. Instead, Harry sat by a tree, closing his eyes and admiring the silence.

Someone sat next to him. Who the fuck thought it was a good idea to sit next to the Harry Styles?

Harry opened his eyes, and glared at who the dumbass was. Oh, Harry realized, it's the new kid. Louis smiled awkwardly at him silently asking for permission to sit. Harry sighed, and nodded.

Then he realized.

He hadn't looked at Louis long enough before, but Louis' number was glowing faintly above his head. And it was at zero.

Harry closed his eyes again, thinking. What was gonna kill Louis? Some freak accident? Nothing seems wrong with him.

Harry quickly glanced at Louis, who seemed to be glaring at his own arms. Louis was wearing too many bracelets, it looked like.

Oh.

Harry immediately felt bad. As much as he hated people, he sure didn't want people to kill themselves. He already knew Louis didn't deserve to feel so sad; he looked so broken.

So, Harry did something he usually wouldn't do. He gave Louis the biggest hug he could manage.

Louis began to sob, melting into Harry's warm body. Fuck.

"Wanna get out of here for a while?" Harry asked, his voice raspy from not speaking much.

Louis nodded, and Harry saw a smile forming as he grabbed Louis' hand.

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