Chapter 12

The following two weeks were hell for Harry. Louis kept his promise to make Harry regret snitching. The smaller boy made it his lifegoal to make Harry feel as bad as possible.


Louis apparently never had bullied someone before, being the nice popular guy. So when Louis started to publicly show he really didn't like Harry, people started to follow his example. As the nicest, coolest person in school doesn't like Harry, then why would they?


It already started the next morning, Louis leaving for school without telling Harry. This made Harry late for school, which lead of course to detention. And of course he shared detention with no one other than yes, Louis Tomlinson.


Harry could feel people staring at him while walking through the hallways and sitting at the lunch table. They would make comments about his clothes after Louis had said one time that Harry stole the table cloth from his grandma to design a shirt.


School was a living hell and the worst part was that Louis didn't even have to do a lot himself to make Harry feel like shit. He made a few comments the first day and the other days the rest of the school did his job for him. The only thing Louis did was giving Harry an evil smirk, whispering 'told you so' from time to time in his ear. He just had to light up the spark, and the fire started. The only two people who had his back and didn't care about the other students around them were Liam and Stephanie. Mainly Stephanie was his rock in this hellhole.


At home Louis was smart as well. He never did something huge, just pushing over Harry's mug, making it spill over his book. He switched the sugar and the salt while Harry was cooking which made his dish taste horrible, turned off the hot water when Harry was showering, hid a spider in his bed,...


But now two weeks are over and Harry really hopes Louis is going to stop now that he is allowed again to leave the house and have his phone. He has been acting like he doesn't care about the people at school and the things Louis does at home, but it really kills Harry. He never had people not liking him without a reason. Back home Harry is in Louis' position, being loved by everybody. He feels confident over there. Here in the UK he is hated by the whole school, just because one person doesn't like him.


It's Friday morning and Harry is looking at himself in the mirror. He is wearing a black jeans and a simple grey shirt. This is not something he would wear back home but he is tired of people judging him, screaming to him he has to give the table cloth back to their grandmothers. Harry doesn't feel himself in these clothes but at least maybe people will stop giving him shitty comments. He quickly went to H&M after school to buy a few plain shirts.


Harry enters the kitchen and makes himself toast. He ignores the feathery haired boy that is drinking his tea like he does every morning. He really doesn't feel like saying something to him. Harry hates Louis so much.


He feels the pair of blue eyes starting at him, making him feel self-conscious.


"Can you stop staring at me, please?" Harry snaps.


"You look different without the table cloth and weird glasses."


Harry rolls his eyes, grabs his jacket and his toast. He is going to walk to school like he has been doing for the past two weeks. It isn't even a bad thing. Harry likes walking, he enjoys the fresh air.


"Hey, Haz!" Stephanie walks over to the curly boy, giving him a look. "Nice outfit!"


"Thanks." Harry smiles weakly.


"What do you have now?" she asks, taking her books out of her locker.


"English."


Harry loves the subject but he hates the fact that he has this class with Louis. Let's not even mention the project they have together. Louis nor Harry have spent a minute on it.


"With that douche, good luck. I have to leave for class, mate. It's on the other side of the building. See you at lunch!" Stephanie turns around, giving Harry a quick wave, and disappears from his sight. Harry takes his own books as well and walks towards the classroom.


"Good morning, class!" Mister Corden enters the class, big smile on his face like he always has. "Today you are going to work on your project. I hired 5 laptops from reception. Please do know that if you damage them, you pay them. Each group can collect a laptop now.


God must be hating Harry right now. Groups project, really? He looks over to Louis who doesn't look like he is going to move his ass from his chair. Harry stands up, takes a laptop and takes place next to Louis who doesn't even look at him. He is drawing some doodles on a random piece of paper.


It's been half an hour and Louis hasn't even take a look at the computer screen. Harry is beyond annoyed. He doesn't want to work with the boy either, but he cares about his grades. He really wants to be accepted to the London academy of Arts.


"Hope you are not getting too tired from all the research you are doing." Harry says, sarcasm dripping from his voice.


"Why should I do research? Can't we just hand in your little pink Hello Kitty diary? Guess we can't go any more gay than that."


Harry has been trying to keep calm these past weeks. He really tried his best, but this time he snaps. Harry stands up, making all eyes fall on him.


"I can't believe you, Louis. You are such a jerk! Can you for one time just pretend that you don't hate me for no reason? What the hell did I do wrong to you? Are you going to make my life a living hell for three months just because I told your mother the truth? I'm so done with you!"


Harry grabs his stuff, puts it in his bag and leaves the classroom. Tears are silently rolling down on his face as he looks for the name of his favourite person, clicking on it.


"Wtf, Harry. It's 3 in the night here mate. Wait, are you crying? Harry what's going on?" Harry looks at a pair of blue eyes, only lighten up because of the brightness of his phone. His room is completely dark.


"I want to go home, Niall. I can't do this anymore."


"Go home? Is it still that Louis boy?" Harry isn't crying silently anymore, loud sobs leaving his mouth.


"I don't know what I did wrong. I just tried to be nice to him, be his friend. He acted nice for one day only to make the rest of my days a living hell. I want to go home, Niall. Please book me a flight."


"Harry, as much as I want you back home you can't do that. You will regret it and you'll lose all your credits. Harrybear, please don't let some stupid boy ruin your chances of getting into the school of your dreams. Don't let him chase you away. Come on, head up king! You are awesome."


Harry smiles through his tears, appreciating the words of his best friend.


"I wish you were here, Ni. I miss you so much."


"Miss you too, buddy. Now if you don't mind, I'm going back to sleep. I've got to wake up early tomorrow for rehearsals."


"I'm sorry for waking you up. Have a good night."


"Thanks, Harry. Don't worry about waking me up, you can always wake me up. Don't let anyone drag you down, yeah? Promised?"


"Promised."

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