Bully to Bully

Liam Speaks Up

LOUIS' P.O.V

Urghhh Geography can go die. How can he set the test tomorrow? Does he know we have lives! Not like I'd revise anyway. I scanned my eyes over the moving bodies on the yard as I trotted towards them. I couldn't see their faces but Harry's hair is easy enough to spot. The thing is though- I couldn't see him. I must be too far away to see him. Was I too hard on him earlier? Yes, yes you were. I know but, he does know the rules! He's not a dog! I know but he's mine! You bully him! No I don't! You beat him up this morning! Yes but-

I was abruptly snapped out of the argument with myself as I stubbed my toe on a rock and tripped over. I regained myself and then stuck my fingers up at it. As I looked up, I hoped that nobody had seen me and looked up to the pitch. I was close enough now to see their faces. I walked up to the chicken-wire fence and pressed my face up against it. I could see Jack and Finn Harries, the twins. I should have taught those two a lesson this morning as well but they're good mates of Liam so I let them off- next time though.... Next time they'll get it good. Harry is mine.

I shook my head from these possessive thoughts and looked over the rest of the boys looking for Harry. There was Simon, Andrew, Harry Turner, Alex, Tristan, Christian, Justin, Drew, Olly, Mike, James, Zack, Will and Lewis. Where's Harry? Could he be at the toilet? No no, Coach would never let him do that. Maybe he's at the runner. Alone? Maybe it's a punishment. Probably not, Harry's a teacher's pet. I don't know where he is then. Unless he just had to run in for something. Oh well, I'll just have to wait in the changing rooms for him. I pushed off of the fence and pulled hard on my jacket to straighten it up. I ran my fingers through my quiff as I walked through the doors and into the sports hall. I relaxed my shoulders when the heat of the indoors washed over me and I sighed. Will this be awkward? You know, seeing him after I beat him up. You've done it plenty of times already. Yeah but this time I feel bad about it. Well you're here now.

I stood in front of the changing room door in a stance. I shook my arms out and moved my head side to side. My face pulled into its serious and mean mask just in case Harry or anyone else was in there. Ready Tommlinson? "Ready." I whispered and pushed through the door with my usual swagger.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I sighed as I let my pen drop and it rolled off of my paper and onto the floor. I couldn't care less. I slumped further down the wall and rubbed my neck as it started to stiffen up. I'd finally finished those 'few' questions coach had given me. I know that I didn't need to finish all of them but I think I owed it to him considering that I wasn't ill. I looked over at Ed and he was frantically scribbling away, racing against the time. We did have five minutes left and coach said that he needed to finish his, but he did seem to be doing them at ease. I however, struggled with each one- it took the most part of an hour to do five questions! I must have missed the lesson where everyone was taught how to do them. Oh well, they're done now. I looked at my phone seeing that there was about two minutes until the class should return. I was glad that I had decided to get back into my clothes at the start of the lesson because it meant that I could leave straight away without being stared at. Throughout the lesson I could feel Ed looking at me a few times but I just pretended not to see him. Luckily, he didn't say anything- we've just sat in our places all lesson and done the work on our knees. I licked my lips as a bad habit but snapped my tongue straight back in as it stung. Why do I keep forgetting about my lip? It's constantly throbbing but I'm just too stupid to remember. I shuffled back up the wall to sit properly as it hurt my back and I saw the pencil. I sighed and bent over to scoop it up. As I sat back up I heard the door start to creek open.

Louis came swaggering in and boy did he look mad. Please God, please not again! Unintentionally, I found myself slightly shuffling further down the bench, then away from it then I was standing up- shaking in fear as Louis came closer.

"Why are you in here?" He tried to growl but I wasn't convinced that he meant it.

"Er-er C-Coach thought th-that I, errrm, d-din't look too good." I stuttered facing my head down, ready for the punch. It wasn't the full truth but it wasn't all a lie either. Louis snapped around to face Ed. Oh no, what's happening?

"And you?" Louis snapped and there was more venom in his voice this time.

"Forgot my kit." Ed mumbled still writing. I liked how Ed wasn't scared of Louis like everyone else.

"Did you speak to him?" Louis spat back with just as much hatred as the first time.

"I don't even know his name," Ed lifted his head. "why would I?" He said, looking Louis right in the eyes. He's a good actor. He was so convincing that I felt slightly offended by what he said but I reminded myself that it was all an act, I still found it hard to believe myself.

"Good. You don't need to know." Louis said curtly, almost protectively, and then turned back to me. As he turned back, Ed smiled at me and then went back to his work. I was relieved because I did believe him when he said it.

"Let's go then." Louis smiled, flung his arm over my shoulder and guided me out of the changing room.

LOUIS' P.O.V

Me and Harry walked in peaceful silence through the corridors. No one else was out of lessons yet and I wasn't sure if we should have waited for Coach to get back instead of just going. Too late now. We reached the stairs and we started to climb them in silence. I glanced at Harry's face, I hated how I caused that cut. I could tell that he noticed me looking as he started to tense up so I looked to the top of the stairs again.

"Hey guys wait up!" Someone shouted behind us and I turned around to see who it was and so did Harry. Liam was running towards us, skipping a few steps at a time. "Hey Lou," He panted and then put his hands on his hips. "I need to talk to you." He then glanced at Harry. "In private." He finished. Urrrgh! I was enjoying the quiet time with Harry before the loud ones turned up, aka Niall and Zayn. But Liam's usually quite quiet so it must be important.

"Ok Ha-Curly!" My eyes widened in fear as I nearly called him Harry. He didn't seem too phased by it though, he just had this blank look on his face. "If you go round this corner and through the double doors, we'll meet you there. Zayn and Niall 'll be there soon." I instructed him and he nodded wearily. I watched him walk around the corner and then turned back to Liam.

"So," I clapped. "what do you need Payno?!" I joked around and he smiled back.

"Well, it's just," He seemed to struggle for words and he looked around for inspiration. Is this serious? "-it's just, I-I can see how you feel about Harry and I don't understand why you treat him like you do." He breathed. It looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. That shocked me.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to defend myself but I knew that I failed miserably.

"You look at him the same way as you did with Marcel." My heart broke as I heard that name.

"I beat Harry up and I beat Marcel up. I have no feelings for either of them." I said heatedly. How dare he talk about Marcel to me.

"And you were torn up when Marcel left-" I shot towards Liam's face and I saw his eyes widen.

"I couldn't care less what that nerd is doing right now, even if he's dead." I spat in his face and then stormed off. I could feel my eyes start to tear up at the thought of Marcel dead. I was going to prove Liam wrong, even though everything he said was true. I could hear his footsteps behind me. Perfect.

I burst through the double doors to see Harry leaning against the lockers. He straightened up when he saw me and I carried on striding towards him. His eyes widened like Liam's but there was more fear in them. I would usually feel guilty but it was like a monster had taken over me. No one can know that I love Harry. I snatched his collar up with two hands and twisted my head 'round to Liam who was standing at the door. I smirked evilly at him and then turned back to Harry. I slammed him as hard as I could against the lockers and I heard the breath escape him as his lungs were squashed. I then slammed him down onto the floor, he cried out and closed his eyes tightly. I delivered a swift kick to his stomach and he groaned. My breathing was like a savage's and my eyes were wide with adrenaline. I looked up to Liam to show him what he made me do but he was shaking his head in disappointment. As I looked back to Harry's crying form, the guilt washed over me and I felt sick.

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