//past//

❝ L O U I S ❞

as we walked out of the classroom, harry growled loudly;

"fucking hell!"

i flinched away from the angry boy, trying to maintain a safe distance. it wasn't my fault that ms. twinkle chose me to tutor him. he was facing away from me, literally seething.

"ha-

but harry cut me off in the middle with an angry sneer. "fuck off! you could've said no, louis!"

i gnawed my bottom lip with anticipation and fear. he never called me by my name. it felt so alien but i brushed off the weird feeling growing the pit of my stomach and shrunk away from him.

"i just cannot say no to a teacher. i h-have to stay in th-their good books." it was a weak defence but i tried. because really, you just don't go around disobeying your teachers. that's for bad students.

but i immediately regretted standing up for myself as harry pushed me against the wall and towered over me. the glare he was giving me shook me to my core.

'fuck he's gonna beat me!' was the only thought dancing in my mind. even the hallways were clear, everybody must have left. i need to protect myself or else i will definitely end with some bruises which will only add onto my ugliness.

"l-l-look harry... you um... you could've said n-no too." i whispered fearfully, keeping my gaze fixated on my vans.

he exhaled angrily through his nose. "are you deaf?! she said she'd call my father if i said no." and slammed his fist into the wall beside me, fuming.

"well i couldn't say no to a teacher's order!" trying to push the boy away was difficult. even though i was bulky, he had good muscle and body strength. fortunately, harry himself stepped away from me and stomped his foot angrily.

"jesus fucking christ!" he kept muttering profanities under his breath and such dirty language. this was the best time to run away. my friends must be waiting for me in the parking lot, i thought.

as i turned to leave, he spoke up. "where do you think you are going?" i gulped. so no one can save me from a good beating today. "h-home?"

"you are coming with me." it was definitely an order masked in a statement.

my heart was a minute away from collapsing. where does he want to take me? is he gonna beat me in some secluded place? is he gonna kill me?? that's absurd!

"w-wher-no!" i tried to shout but it came as a pathetic whimper. harry gave me an odd look. i was trembling by now.

"why are you crying, fatty?"

crying? me? pfft no! "are y-you gonna hurt me-e?" absolutely pathetic louis!

harry rolled his eyes, scoffed "i wish, but no. i'll drop you off at your place, so that i can get your address."

"i've got a better idea- i'll text you," i suggested, hoping he'd agree.

and harry looked so appalled by the idea. "text means we have to share our numbers. ew no!"

that hurt me so much but i tried to mask it. i should expect such hostility from him. we are not friends. "okay. let's go?"

"have all this junk made your brain slow?" harry leaned against the wall and took his phone out. he didn't spare me a glance. neither do i deserve anyone's attention. i am ugly louis. "huh fatlinson?" he sneered.

"i- uh..." i stopped when my phone rang. it was niall. "yes?"

"where are you? we've been waiting for you for the past twenty minutes, louis. are you okay?" he was worried. god! how much i wish to tell him everything and get rescued from harry.

"i'm fine. i'm wi-

harry glared at me. "do not tell them about me!" he warned.

"louis?" i could hear taylor and gigi chattering behind niall and i sighed. well, i have no other option than to lie.

"i'm- uh i'm, actually ms. twinkle gave me some work. i-it might take some time. you all are free to leave. i'm sorry i forgot to text you." i lied through my teeth. happy, when he sighed and believed me.

"s'okay lou. take care, bye!"

"bye."

it was quiet for a while, harry was too busy with his phone. i was growing impatient. "harry?"

"what?" he's always annoyed.

"why aren't we leaving?" he looked up, and seemed to be pretty irritated.

"you want others to see me with you?? that will tarnish my reputation. i would never risk it," he snorted.

fucker. he's an asshole, why did i even bother to help him. he doesn't deserve any help. after waiting for another fifteen minutes, harry pocketed his phone back and stood straight.

"c'mon let's go. everyone must have left by now." as he walked, i followed him, looking down. i don't want to go with him. he'll insult me more. but what can i do? this is my fate.
harry? ew. don't be ludicrous. harry isn't your fate- harry could never be anyone's fate. he doesn't deserve to be loved. damn! when did i become this cruel? i shook my thoughts away and kept following harry.

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"fuck, your fatass gonna squish my baby's seat! fucking fatty,"

pouting, i looked out of the window. his car was nice, smelled nice. but he wasn't nice. "well you brought this upon yourself! you could've just given me your number."

"shut up! just put your address on the gps and look away." i did as he asked for.

"you know being a little nice won't hurt you." i muttered as i leaned my head against the cold window. harry turned to me, looking a little shocked. "when did you start talking back, fatlinson?"

i just ignored him for the next ten minutes. as we entered my housing area, harry hummed in awe. "you are rich!"

"my dad is rich."

"he's gonna die someday."

i think i might have gotten whiplash with how fast i turned my head towards him and glared. "don't. you. ever. dare. to. joke. about. that." i enunciated it with a hiss. it seemed to work 'cause now he was quiet.

"and that's me!" i announced, pointing at my white, almost mansion-like home. as he stopped, i hopped out of the car and closed the door. i heard the mechanical whirring of the window as it rolled down and harry called;

"fatty?"

i turned around with a sigh. "hm?"

"i'm sorry." with that he rolled the window up and drove away, leaving me a little dazed on the entrance of my home. what just happened? did harry-my bully-styles really apologized to me? wow. no— wait! i'm better than falling into one of his traps. oh who am i kidding? i know this whole thing is gonna end up into something horrible.

something inside me was warning me about the future. if only i would have listened to that voice...

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❝Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know that I'll make it out alive.❞
— Shawn Mendes

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14/11/2020

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☁️ : how are you all?
💌 : i had an average day.

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excuse my mistakes. i hope you liked the chapter x