You Found Me (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter Two

Harry's Pov

Staring at the ceiling where my only poster of Louis is, I sign. I've always had to hide my posters, the ones I had hung on my wall got torn down by my mother. I couldn't risk getting this one ruined too.

Today's the last day of school before term break. To say I was dreading it was an understatement. If I could go the day without running into the bullies, it wasn't that bad. But that never happens, no matter how hard I try to hide, they always find me. Ever since I had come out to my family there was no hiding it anymore. It had gotten out to the school and there was nothing I could do about it.

I used to enjoy school, it was fun, I had lots of friends and I had good grades. But now I am a loner, no friends, bad grades, a failure if you will. Ever since word got out that I was gay everyone hated me. And they didn't try and hide it.

Finally getting up and out of bed I drag myself to get ready. Putting on my black skinny jeans and a black band t-shirt I grab my bag and walk downstairs.

The house already empty as my mom and Gemma have both already left for work.

Grabbing a banana and my coat I walk out the door on my way to school.

Although I was 18 and had my licence I didn't have a car, i have been saving my money to be able to move out and buy a car since I was 10 but as I didn't have a job I was still short quite a lot of money, so I had no other choice than to walk in the freezing cold. Winter is in full swing now that I was almost Christmas. the bus not being worth it as I would just get bullied worse by the people on it, there's no doubt.

Rushing into the small building of this hell hole I call school, I quickly go to my locker getting my books and getting to class before I could see anyone.

Sitting and waiting in maths I rested my head on the table. I always sit in the back corner because these days I didn't even bother with my work. I had no hope anyways. The only reason I still went was to make my mom less mad at me as I could.

As the classroom filled I let myself drift off into my own little world. Thinking about Louis Tomlinson and wishing he could save me from this mess I call my life.

Before I knew it class was over and I was making my way to English. Trying to avoid everyone I could I made my way to the back of the classroom and sat down. English has always been my favourite class. The teacher was tolerable and I didn't mind just writing my stories in the back. It had always been a peaceful class for me and I was so grateful.

The rest of the day went fairly smoothly. I made it though lunch without seeing any bullies and was currently trying to sneak my way through to my locker to get home. But before I knew it I was grabbed by the neck and slammed into the lockers on the other side of the hallway. Looking around theres no one to help, who would anyway. I don't dare look up to see the bully, I keep my eyes down while trying to gasp for air. And to think I was going to make it though the day.'

"Well well well, what do we have here? Huh? Isn't it that little one direction obsessed fag?"

Being slammed into the lockers after I didn't say anything I finally look up.

My face starting to turn purple as I gasp for air.

"Pu-ut me-e down" I manage to gasp out.

Violently being thrown to the ground I manage to get my breath back.

"You need to answer me when I talk... okay fag?"

Still not saying a word I stay lying on the ground trying to breath again.

"I SAID ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK!" the bully yells

"Okay I'm sorry" I choke out before letting the tears fall.

"Aww the poor Harry is crying, well boo fucking hoo! No one cares fag! Go back to where you belong, hell!"

And with that I get a kick to the stomach and he walks away.

Thank goodness this is the last day here.

Chapter two!

Thoughts?

- S xx