Watch Over You (Zarry) *Going Through Major Editing - On Hold*

Chapter Three

What the hell is that noise? An alarm clock? Oh yeah! I remember now. I get up and see Harry getting out of bed. He stretches his knuckles and winces. "Ow! Fucker." I walk over and wake up Liam. We watch as the boy turns off his alarm clock. He walks over, and ever so slowly opens the door. "Thank God. He is asleep." He mutters, before going to the bathroom. Liam and I follow. 

He starts undressing, so we turn around. He takes the quickest shower I have ever seen. He then checks the time on his phone. "Shit!" He yell-whispers. I look at Liam confused. It is 5:30 am, he can't be running late can he? He runs to his room. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He mutters. He is running around now. He drops the towel before I have a chance to look away. I close my eyes though, before I can see anything. I hear Liam mutter something. "Nice." He says. I slap a hand over his eyes. "He has underwear on now Zayn. I was talking about his body. Geese." I take my hand off of my eyes and see he is fully dressed now. He dresses fast. What is his hurry? "Shit. Shit. Shit." He mutters, yanking on a pair of old looking sneakers. He has on old, ripped up, baggy jeans, and a purple hoodie. 

He runs for the door, grabbing his back pack. I watch as he runs down the hall. Then he makes an "Oof." sound, as he runs into a man. I guess this is the man from last night, and I look at Liam. He looks scared for Harry. The man grabs Harry's hoodie and lifts him into the air. "Morning, fag. Where do you think you're going?" "School." He replies nonchalantly. "This early?" "I was gonna walk the long way today." Harry is still in the air. I can see the fear starting to show on his face. "Liar!" The man yells, throwing Harry at the wall. "Zayn, we have to help him!" "There is nothing we can do Liam." We watching horror as the man grabs Harry, and punches him in the face. He punches him in the stomach. "This is what you get, fag!" He punches him in the jaw. Then the stomach again. "Gross." The man says, before stomping on Harry's man parts. 

Harry just lays there as the man walks away. Once he's gone, Harry goes back into his room, with Liam and I following. He grabs around under his bed and pulls out a knife. He yanks up his sleeve, and is about to cut. "NO!" Liam yells, but he is unheard. Harry lowers the knife. "Think of Louis. Think of Louis. Think of Louis." He says, sliding it back under his bed. "At least I have time to really get ready now. I've already been caught." He mutters, yanking off his hoodie. He then walks over to a body mirror on the wall, and stares at himself. "Disgusting." He mumbles, before walking over to his dresser.

He grabs a bag, and walks back to the mirror. He sits on the floor, and opens the bag. First he pulls out a medical cloth, and wipes away the blood on his face. He then starts to wipe off the make up that was already on. It must be waterproof, cause it was on after his shower. Liam and I both gasp at what we see. He has so many bruises. He starts to apply new make up, and in about ten minutes his face looks like nothing happened. He stands and looks at the bruise forming on his stomach. He sighs, then looks through his dresser and pulls out a shirt. He puts it on, then finds some nicer pants. He leaves his shoes though. I go to his closet, and realize those must be his only shoes. 

He pulls the purple hoodie back on over the shirt, and then he leaves the room. I follow him out the door, as he runs. I guess he is trying to avoid the man. I look at Liam. He seems really concentraited on Harry. Harry walks out the front door and checks the time. 6:14. "Okay, I have an hour to waste. What to do?" He then jogs down the road. We follow until he reaches the school. The gates aren't open yet, but he climbs over them. I look at Liam, silently asking if we should follow. He nods and we follow. We watch as he sneaks over to the dumpster. "What the heck is he doing?" I ask. Liam shrugs. 

Harry pulls out a lock from his pocket. He then closes the dumpster and locks it closed. "Yeah bitches! You're not throwing me in the dumpster today!" He yells. "They throw him in the garbage?" I ask. "I guess." Liam replies. "This kid has it rough." I mumble. Liam nods in agreement. Harry then walks around the school. He goes to the back and sighs. "Thank God." I look at Liam, but looks just as confused. Harry checks his phone. "Half an hour." 

He goes back to the front of the school, and climbs over the gate. We follow. He calls someone on his phone. "Hey Boobear." Boobear? Is he dating someone? "Are you coming over this weekend still? Great! Oh okay. Bye" I look at Liam. He seems just as confused as I feel. Harry walks away from the school. There are a group of people walking to him. "Mother fucker! Do I ever get a freaking break?" He says to himself, before he starts running. Liam gives me a WTF look before we follow. "HEY GUYS, IT'S STYLES!" Someone from the group yells. Oh, I think I get it. "Bullies." I say aloud. Liam nods. We try to keep up. This kid has speed! 

The bullies finally stop chasing him, and he stops. He takes a minutes to catch his breath, then checks the time. 7:50. "School time! Woo!" He yells in mock-excitement, causing Liam to laugh. I roll my eyes and follow as Harry walks to school. When he gets there a guy grabs his book bag and pulls it off of his shoulder. Harry grabs for it, but the boy opens it, and spills all of his stuff out. "FAG!" The boy calls as he runs off. "I'm helping him." "Liam no! Not until we are students!" "To late." He says, making himself visible. "Liam!" I scream.

 He ignores me and walks up to Harry. He leans down and starts picking up papers, then hands them to Harry. "Th-thanks." Harry says. "No problem." Liam smiles and walks away. He becomes unseen when Harry turns away. "LIAM WHAT THE HELL?!" "Zayn, I couldn't just leave him like that." "If we get found out, I will bring you back to life, so that I can kill you." Liam laughs, and we follow Harry into the school. As we pass, I notice a few guys messing with the lock. Harry notices too, and I see a smirk take over his face. I laugh, and Liam looks at me. I point to the dumpster, then at Harry's face. Liam laughs a bit. We walk behind Harry.

"Fag." Someone says as they shoulder check him into the lockers. He just keeps walking like nothing happend. A blond boy walks up to him. "Hey Nialler!" Harry exclaims. "Hey Harry Bear." The blond boy says. The blond goes on his tiptoes and kisses Harry's cheek and Harry grins. "Are they dating?" I ask Liam. "So it seems." Harry grabs the blond's hand. They walk about four steps, before someone walks between them, stepping on their feet. "Oops sorry faggots!" They call over their shoulder. "Okay, I really wanna punch these people." I say. Liam agrees. I look back to Harry. He is holding a crying blond. "Shhh. It's okay baby. Everything is okay. They're all just jerks. Okay? We are so much better than them. We aren't gonna let them get to us. Right sweety?" Niall pulls out of the embrace, and just nods his head. A tear stays on his cheek. Harry leans down and kisses it away. Niall smiles, and grabs Harry's hand.

"Awwww!" Liam yells. I roll my eyes and follow them. Liam stops cooing and walks next to me. We follow them into a science lab. Harry sits down next to the blond he called Nialler. The teacher walks in. He starts taking attendance. "Amanda." "Here." "Robert." "Here." "Jack. Jack? Niall." "fag." Someone says from the back. Niall looks like he might cry. "THAT'S IT!" Harry yells, getting up. "What is he doing?" I ask Liam. "Mr. Styles sit down." The teacher says. 

"Who said it!?" "Mr.Styl-" "WHO FUCkING SAID IT?!" Someone raises their hand. Harry storms over to them and pins them up against the wall. "What are you gonna do fag? Beat me up?" "Harry I don't think you should-" Niall starts, but is cut off. "Niall, leave the room." "Harry I-" "Leave the room Niall." His tone left no room for argument. "Niall, sit down. Harry, put Ryan down." The teacher says. "Niall, leave. I don't want you to see this." "Harry, you just need to calm-" "Niall, go." Niall sighs then leaves the room, looking in through the window. 

"MR.STYLES PUT HIM DOWN!" Harry punches the kid in the face. "Liam, I think you were right about the anger issue thing." "MR.STYLES!" The teacher is ignored. "NOBODY MAKES MY BABY CRY! UNDERSTAND?! NOBODY!" Harry throws the boy down. Outside the window Niall looks horrified. "Mr. Styles go to the prin-" "Good day Mr. Smith." "Harry I said-" "Good day Mr. Smith!" "Mr.Styles!" "I said Good day Mr. Smith!" Harry storms out of the classroom and we follow. Niall runs up to him. "Harry Edward Styles! What the hell was that?!" "He made you cry." Harry replies calmly. "Harry! You could get expelled!" "I don't care. Nobody makes you cry and gets away with it." Niall sighs in defeat, and they hold hands as they exit the school.