Harry POV:
We were walking down the hall, and I was following this boy with startlingly beautiful blue eyes when he turned a corner, and we walked into the bathroom. He froze. A taller boy was already inside, a smirk playing on his face. The taller boy grabbed my collar and pulled me out, dragging me into the hallway. “Hey—” I started to protest, but he silenced me by covering my mouth, then shoved me into what felt like a janitor’s closet. He slowly uncovered my mouth. I spoke quietly, “Um, what was that about?” He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me again, leaning in so close I could feel his breath. “I’m Louis, Louis Tomlinson,” he finally said, withdrawing his finger slowly. He was still leaning over me, despite my being taller. “H-Harry, Harry S-tyles,” I managed to stutter out. “Hi,” he replied, his voice roughened. I was certain he was going to make a move. I giggled nervously, and he leaned even closer. “We better get going, class is starting soon,” he whispered in my ear. I nodded, and he finally backed away. I swallowed hard, following Louis out of the closet. Why did this person make me feel this way? I didn't need this. What if he discovered my secret and told everyone, and then they all hated me? No, I couldn’t think like that. Maybe he was kind. He seemed kind. But then again… he had seemed kind before. I looked down at my hand, tracing the thin, faded scar on the back of it.
-FLASHBACK-
“Baby? Where are you hiding, baby boy?” he’d asked sweetly. I giggled, and he turned, pretending not to see me. He walked away, and I waited, then emerged from my hiding place. He leaped out, tackling me to the ground. He bombarded me with kisses, which quickly escalated into something more, our clothes discarded, poised on the edge of intimacy when his phone rang. We both groaned at the interruption. He answered it. “Hello?...oh okay… I’ll be right there.” He hung up, looking at me with regret. “I’m so sorry, babe, I have to go. Someone called in at work, and I have to go.” I nodded, kissing his cheek. He stood and began to dress, as did I. “It’s okay, love, we can finish this later. I love you.”
“I love you too, baby boy! I swear I’ll make it up to you!” he shouted as he was already halfway out the door.
-Three months later-
“Hey, where the *fuck* do you think you’re going, bitch?!”
“I’m leaving. I’m done with you treating me like this! I know you’re messing around with that girl!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face. “You know damn well nobody will want you. I’m the only one who wants you. I’m telling you the truth. Where is your mother right now? At some bar, getting fucked in the bathroom by some guy she doesn’t even know. And where are *you*? Here, with a roof over your head and food in your belly. I’m the only one who will ever love you. Nobody could possibly love a boy who wears girls’ clothes.” He spoke with a chilling calm. He was right. No one would ever love me. I collapsed to the ground, and he walked over and slapped me. “I’m sorry, but it’s for your own good.” I nodded and hugged him. He pushed me away and pulled a pocketknife from his pocket, swinging it at me. “You need to stay still and accept this, Harry. It’s for the best.” I stayed still, and he cut my hand. I cried and cried until he finally picked me up and threw me onto the bed in our room. “Go to sleep. We have plans tomorrow,” he said sternly. I nodded, closing my eyes, still sobbing. Exhaustion finally overwhelmed me, pulling me under.
-END OF FLASHBACK-
I blinked back tears at the memory and bumped into Louis again. “S-sorry,” I mumbled, wiping my eyes. “This is our class, Spanish,” he said, looking away. I nodded and walked into the room. We handed the teacher our schedules and then headed in different directions. I went to the back of the class, finding a few empty seats. I settled into a corner one and put my head down. Soon enough, exhaustion overtook me, and I slipped into darkness.