One of the things I love about you...

It had a nice ring to it. The way NS had written it on paper at least. It was just a nice thing to see.

It had been pushing it's way into my mind throughout the entire school day. No ones ever pointed out the little things about me (that I didn't even know existed) and the feeling was virgin to me.

"Harry we'll meet you behind the school."

I nodded and they walked away. I decided to skip hanging out with Louis today (he's a good friend, better than the ones I have at least.) and try to tell these guys that I don't really think we should hang out anymore.

I turned the corner to the back wall of the school, and I saw my own personal hell.

"Give us the money kid!"

I didn't budge.

"The hell?! We asked for your fucking money!"

Remember. Frankie.

Zayn lifted his fist and I leaped into action.

"The fuck are you doing?!" I threw his fist to the side, "who do you think you are?!"

"He didn't answer our question!" Danny gripped the boy by the collar and sneered in his face.

"Faggot."

I threw a punch to his nose and he dropped the shaking boy almost instantly.

"Get the hell out of here, assholes!"

Zayn dragged Danny away from me and the boy on the ground and the turned the corner faster than I'd ever seen either of them move.

I turned to him and he looked up to me, tears streaming down his pale chubby cheeks and my heart ignited a bit.

"Are you okay?"

He didn't reply. He barely looked at me before running away from the slums we call 'behind the school'.

I walked home after that, wanting (or anticipating) to bump into him again, but I didn't.

He didn't even say thank you.