Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Nine: Queen

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The birds chirped in the distance, singing a little tune they always did every morning. The sun was beginning to glare onto Harry's face, causing his eyes to twitch slightly.

Harry could feel himself wake up, except he kept his eyes closed, hearing whispering in the room.

He no longer felt arms around him, but he could hear two voices not too far from him. He could tell they were in the same room Harry was in.

"This isn't funny, tell me why now. Are you a faggot too? Huh? If so-"

"I'm not a fucking fag, okay? It was planned, I did it on purpose."
Did what on purpose?

"Did you say anything to him last night?"

"No, I just told him to go to sleep and if you'd kindly fuck off then I wouldn't be so snappy. I woke up only ten minutes ago and you're already bitchy."

"Not my fault I saw you cuddling into the dumb ass."

"It doesn't matter, I'll tell you more later." He rolled his eyes and walked out.

Harry wondered who was in the room. He couldn't make out the voices. He knew someone just left but he could practically feel another pair of eyes on him.

Before he knew it, the sound of a door closing was heard and Harry opened his eyes, alone now.

Who was in the room? And what was planned?

He slowly sat up, thinking hard. Louis was probably one of the people in the room. The one saying it was planned.

But what the hell was planned?

He suddenly jumped, hearing banging on the door. "Wake up queer! I need to take you home!"

He bit his lip, sighing. He needed to get home.

He walked over to his tote bag and pulled out some tight skinny jeans that had rips going from the upper thighs, down to his knees. He pulled out a black, lacey thong and a crop top, setting it aside and pulling out his makeup bag. He grabbed a pink, fluffy towel, vanilla scented shampoo, and strawberry bodywash, setting it on the towel and grabbing it along with his clothes.

He headed into the bathroom, stripping and turning the shower on, stepping in.

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After the shower, he dried off and put on his clothes. His bum wasn't as nice as Louis's (not that he stared, pft..) but it was still cute. He had most girl's bum anyway. Not too big, not too small. So it wasn't bragging when he checked out his bum, it standing out perfectly.

He pulled on the crop top, his belly piercing, a silver anchor, showing.

He scrunched his nose at his curls, not sure what to do with. His hair wasn't that long to put it in a pony tail, although he could put it in a tiny bun again. Maybe one day his hair would be long enough to make the perfect bun.

He shrugged and put on a headband, then a beanie. The headband was used so his curls wouldn't fall out. He hated that. His friends loved it though. He really didn't know why.

He grabbed his makeup bag and got out the concealer, rubbing it on, hiding the small amount of acne he had.

He brushed on the powder, putting on eyeliner next, a light pink eye shadow, mascara, then pink lipstick, lip gloss to top it off.

He observed himself. He did look good, but he wished he looked like those hot kids at school or on TV. Like The Jocks, especially the four main jocks.

He found himself decent, but he still wanted to be good looking.

He sprayed some perfume on and put on his pink high heels his mum let him borrow.

Finally, he packed and walked out the door, going downstairs. His heels clicked against the stairs as he walked down carefully, hearing the TV go on mute and the Jocks whispering. He thought they went home but they always hang out so he wasn't surprised they were there.

He walked into the living room, "I'm ready." He said.

A choking sound was heard as Louis choked on the crisps he was snacking on.

Zayn gagged, shaking his head and Liam scrunched his nose in disgust, Niall only crossing his arms.

Harry quirked a brow, "I said I'm ready." He put a hand on his hip.

"We heard you the first time." Liam snapped, looking at Louis. "Take him home before I barf." He told him.

Louis nodded and stood up, his hands folded in front of his crotch.

Niall stood up, "My mum said I have to go too 'cuz she's at Anne's place." He said, groaning.

Harry chewed his gum, rolling his eyes. "Can we go?" He crossed his arms.

"Get your ugly ass in the car then!" Niall said and shoved Harry, opening the door for him angrily.

Harry only huffed and walked out, holding his pink back pack and tote.

Louis walked out, holding his laptop case low, mumbling small strings of curse words under his breath as he got in the passenger seat of Niall's car.

Niall got in and started the car as Harry hopped in the back, buckling up.

Harry sighed as Niall started driving. "Could you both put on your seat belts?" He asked, popping his gum.

Niall grumbled quietly and put it on. "Only so you'll shut up." He muttered afterwards.

Louis on the other hand just shrugged and didn't bother putting his seat belt on as he kept his laptop case on his lap.

Harry watched Louis, Louis's eyes closed and his lips moving as he whispered to himself. Harry smiled slightly.

"Hey!"

Harry jumped, seeing Niall staring at him through the mirror. "What?" He asked quietly.

"I was talking to you." He said angrily.

"I didn't hear you." He mumbled.

"Because you were too busy staring at Louis you fucking queen." He groaned.

Harry quirked a brow, "Did you just compliment me?"

"No, dumb ass. Look it up if you're that stupid."

Harry shrugged and got out his phone, looking it up, causing Niall to grunt and roll his eyes in annoyance.

Queen: a male homosexual, typically one regarded as ostentatiously effeminate.

Harry sighed and put his phone in his pocket, looking out the window.

He didn't get why everyone made fun of him just for being who he was. It really hurt.