Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

19

"Do you swear you're not mad at me?" I asked him for the umpteenth time.

Harry and I were lying on the bed at that time watching 'Friends'. [a/n:im not joking when i say im translating this while watch friends. thats so weirdd. anywho back to the story] Ever since Perrie and I had had that discussion, I kept wondering if what she said was true. It seemed to me that there was no reason to be angry, but what if he was still angry?

He looked up to look at me, confused, "Lou, I told you I'm not mad. Stop thinking about it, let's just watch the show."

He smiled at me, though he didn't seem sincere. Rather it seemed forced, like a smile. I frowned, playing with his curls and asking him with concern, "But it didn't hurt too much, did it?"

"Louis, if you ask me one more question I'll hit you," he said, faking a stern look.

I smiled, capturing her lips softly, "I just want to be sure. I never wish my angel was hurt, right? "

He chuckled, curling up better on my chest, "Why do you say I'm your angel?" the curly headed boy asks.

"Because you're perfect... you always get the best of me, just like an angel would, I suppose," I shrugged, saying thoughtfully, "I really don't know why... it's just that I feel like you're my angel. You are always sweet and you can live with my nonsense. Then you are beautiful and you have these wonderful, wonderful ... green eyes. "

He blushed, giving me the most affectionate smile, "You're not an idiot. You just make stupid choices, but it doesn't matter, because I will always be close to you in dealing with them. " I kissed his forehead, whispering in a grateful voice, "Thank you very much ..."

                            ***

The next day at school I felt weird. Maybe it was because I hadn't made up my mind to tell Harry about Saturday yet. It might just be guilt, but it seemed worse. I shook my head and headed for science. I caught sight of Niall and sat down beside him. He turned to me with a grin, "Hey Lou."

"Hey, who are you writing to?" I asked curiously, noticing his cell phone hidden under the counter. He shrugged, "This girl, her name is Alexis. She's gorgeous." I chuckled, "Niall? Since when did you start saying beautiful? But where have we arrived? "

He gave me a dirty look referring to the sarcasm I had used, before sighing, "It makes me feel happy, ok? And among other things, it was my partner on the project who told me about her. They are friends and so she introduced me to her. " "Cool," I nodded thoughtfully. I felt my phone vibrate and took it out of my pocket as our teacher, Mrs. Daniels, talked about I don't know what test.
[From: My Angel xx] Hi Lou-Lou :)

I smiled. I had recently changed his name and every time it appeared it always made my heart beat.

[Answering: My Angel xx] Hello angel, what are you doing, messages during the lesson? I think I've been a bad example for you;)
[From: My Angel xx] Eheh we have a substitute teacher and he said we could have some 'free time' so I decided to write to you. You don't get in trouble do you? :(
I chuckled at his concern.

[Answering: My Angel xx] Nah, I always text in class and she's never caught me, so that's okay <3
[From: My Angel xx] I would have bet you did: P
[From: My Angel xx] * gasp * what do you mean by that ??

"Mister Tomlinson, give me your cell phone." My head shot up, focusing on a furious blonde lady. Shit. Caught. I sighed, blocking it before placing it on her hand. She frowned, "Detention. After school today, and we will discuss whether or not to return your cell phone tomorrow. " I snorted crossing my arms, while Niall laughed under his mustache. I turned to him, with a dirty look, "But how the fuck did he not catch you too?" "I was just lucky," he winked. I laughed, rolling my eyes, "Okay, lucky boy, but know it's all about your being Irish. Don't believe who knows who! " He laughed too, "Oh god, who is 'Your Angel' anyway, Eleanor?"

I stiffened, "W-What?" "The girl you're texting with, I saw the name before I locked the screen, who is she?" he grinned, nudging me. My mouth opened but no sound came out. Finally I said, trying to calm my nerves, "Oh, ha, it's El, we were just talking about Saturday." He nodded, "Oh yeah, get out!" I nodded to him and Mrs. Daniels yelled, "Horan, Tomlinson, watch out!" We rolled our eyes in sync before trying to listen to the whore. I glanced at Niall leaving a sigh of relief. The hour was over.

"Hey frocetto, have you decided to wander around the corridors alone? It was a pretty stupid idea for a nerd, "I heard Zayn say as I was going to the bathroom. I stopped in my footsteps closing my eyes in desperation. Oh god, not again. I heard a body slam into the locker and Zayn yelling, "What a coward! No wonder you don't like pussy! You are already a sissy alone! Are you sure you are not a trans? " I felt my hands clench and before I knew it I turned around, yelling, "HEY!" Zayn jumped but as his eyes met mine he sighed, grinning, "Hey Tommo, will you join me?" My eyes went down to look at the boy, whimpering, holding his stomach looking at me helpless. I shook my head, "No." "Thing? Are we softening up, Tomlinson? What's happening to you? " Zayn taunted me and I winced. He sighed giving me a dirty look, "This little fag has to learn his lesson, are you there or not?"

My heart was racing desperately and I noticed that Harry was looking at me with an expression that clearly begged me not to give in. I gave him an apologetic look before I hit him in the stomach. He gasped, aching, folding in on himself. I lifted it from my shirt and slammed it against the locker. His eyes were closed as he moaned. My heart ached to hear that sound, but my fists continued to reach into his stomach and I dropped him to the floor as he let out a sob. Zayn grinned hitting him once more before slapping my shoulder, "Nice work Tommo." He turned his attention to Harry, mockingly, "Let this serve you as a lesson! You fucking fagot! " He ran away and I watched him walk away before I turned to see a Harry with his knees to his chest and his body shaking. I knelt down to him saying softly, "God, I'm so sorry, baby. I promise-" "No," he cried looking at me with hurt eyes. "How could you p-could? N-I can't ... you continue to f-hurt me ... " I frowned with the intention of wrapping my arms around him, but he backed away and my heart skipped a beat at his reaction. "I'm sorry... my angel... please... I had to," I whispered pleadingly, pulling a hedgehog away from her face.

He shook his head trying to get to his feet, "No, you shouldn't ... if you d-you liked me you really wouldn't have hit me!" "I really like you so much, I swear! Only the others may not know, you would be beaten more than now! I do it to protect you! " He frowned as a tear rolled free, "No, you're only protecting yourself, I really like you and y-I'm trying to be strong... but it's... it's too hard. I can not do it!" I tried to fight back the tears and pushed him against the cabinet, squeezing his wrists against the cold metal, I begged him, "Please don't give up!" "S-you're hurting me!" Harry yelled. I loosened my grip on his wrists, examining them and noticing my fingerprints. I panted softly and my heart tightened before kissing them softly. I looked up feeling him sniff and stroked his cheek. I wiped her tears away with the tip of my thumb whispering, "Please don't leave me, we can fix everything ..." He looked hesitant, but I kissed his quivering lips softly and then looked him in the eye, asking, "Stay with me, okay?"

He nodded stiffly, smiling weakly at me, "O-Ok."