Beg. {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fic}

Chapter Eleven: Change

Nothing's better than doing tons of homework and studying for tests that I fail anyway.

Here's a short update, loves. I know I seem like I'm not that busy on my IG account, but I actually am. I just get on IG while I'm doing homework because if I don't,  then my IG account will be 10% active. My co-owners told me that they couldn't be as active either so I'm afraid my followers are gonna lose interest and unfollow. Also, I've unfollowed a lot of people and they unfollowed back, even after I told them four times that if they didn't want me to unfollow, tell me and I'll refollow. And since they didn't tell me, then that means they don't care about my account. And if people don't care, I want to make my account better. So, life is struggling at the moment. Since you probably aren't even reading this, enjoy this short update :)

As much as Harry loved Louis, he was a super ass. Harry refused to believe that about him though. Maybe around his friends he was an ass, but he certainly couldn't be that much of an ass around him when they were alone, right?

He huffed into his pillow and sat up. He couldn't get so mad like this.

If he let the hate get to him, he'd give The Jocks satisfaction. They loved to tick people off and drive them mad.

But Harry wasn't going to let that happen. They can have their split moment of satisfaction but he was going to go back downstairs and keep his head high.

No jock was going to let him down.

Now, Harry had always been doing that. If he was anyone else, he would've committed suicide already from the rape and bullying.

However, he knew there was a brighter future and if he killed himself, he'd let The Jocks win.

He stood up on his heels and walked out of the room.

When Louis heard the clicking of his heels, he frowned and slowly sat back down, waiting.

Harry walked into the livingroom and put on a small smile, Anne clearing her throat in slight embarrassment.

"Harry honey, would you mind telling me what that was about?" She questioned.

Harry gave a small shrug, "I'm sorry mum, I snapped. It just kinda happens." He sat down politely.

He looked at Maura, "Sorry for the way I was acting." He apologised again.

Maura hummed with a smile, "You have such a polite young child, Anne. Now I see why you love him so much." She teased. "Niall is quite polite at home too. Loves eating all the food in the fridge though." She then added, "Not such a gentlemen around his friends, I see. Are ya Niall?"

Niall tried hard not to blush, "Shut up mum." He scoffed.

Maura only waved her hand at him as if she was shooing a dog away. "Tryna be bad around his friends." She tisked. "I never get these kids now-a-days."

Harry wanted to laugh, pursing his lips. This was great. He was glad he came back downstairs.

Anne laughed softly, "Not my boy. Always been a sweet kid. Then again, he's the gayest little man you'd ever meet, so he can be a little sassy and snappy at times. They're kids." She shrugged it off.

"Which reminds me-" Maura started but Harry blocked off the voices.

He stopped when he heard a small noise and looked over at Niall.

Niall ushered him over, Louis showing a glare.

Harry moved closer to the two and crossed his arms, "What do you want?" He huffed.

Niall rolled his eyes at his tone, "Do you wanna go to Louis's place?" He asked.

Harry's anguished look faltered and he slowly uncrossed his arms. "Why so?" He then asked.

Niall sighed, "We've decided we want you to join our group. You won't be a part of The Jocks, but you know what I mean. Firstly, we want to take you shopping and buy you real boy clothes. Also, no makeup. You can spend the night at Louis's. However, you must not act like a queer while you're there. Act like a boy, because you are a boy. Do that, and you can be friends with us." He said.

Harry wanted to punch the hell out of them. Who were they to think he had to be a whole new person to be friends with them?

But the thought of actually going to Louis's house made him want to say yes.

Should he stay himself and have The Jocks bully him for the rest of highschool?

Or should he say yes and be a different person but their friend too?

He looked at Louis, biting his lip at the attractive man.

Harry was sixteen. He spent all his life dressed in girl clothes and he even started wearing makeup when he got to eight grade. Maybe it was best he'd change.

The thought of spending the night with the nineteen year old jock was very pleasant and anything could happen behind closed doors.

But he wasn't so sure if he even needed a change.

Remembering what others thought of him, he nodded. "I'll do it."