Love Is Complicated {A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction}

I watched the boy in the stripes being punched and kicked in the hallway. He was pinned against the lockers, not able to do anything. He gave up, standing there on the verge of tears. They called him words like "gay." They would punch and kick him, even slamming their own bodies on his.
"Wan't some of this, gay boy?" One of them yelled.
That was it. I couldn't let him be bullied any longer.
I was about to confront the biggest jocks, losers, and bullies in school. I walked up to the one that said that and slapped him, hard.
"Leave the kid alone." I frowned.
"Slut." He muttered, pushing me out of the way.
"You did NOT just go there!" I yelled, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. He yelped out in pain, waddling away. I turned to see the boy bleeding on his left temple. "C'mere." I said, opening my arms. He cried a bit into my shoulder.
"Let's fix you up." I said once he let go. I walked next to him in silence. I realized he was about a half foot taller than me. I eventually arrived at my locker.
"I always keep a first aid kit in my locker." I said. He kept silent. I took a rag and got it wet by spraying water on it. I gently wiped away the blood. He would wince from time to time, but would be fine. I put a bit of healing cream on the wounds, then placed a skin-colored bandage on them. I looked up into his blue eyes, realizing that they were brighter than before. "T-Thanks." He mumbled. "I'm Louie."