Bully to Bully

I'm Sorry

LOUIS' P.O.V

Give one reason why angle 'x' is equivalent to angle 'c' on the triangle below.

I have no idea. Because it is. Why should I have to know this? If a teacher can't teach every subject then why should a student have to learn them all? I can't be doing with maths. Am I the only one who can't do this? Harry can do it perfectly. Harry can do everything. Harry is done. Wait, what?! I want to finish at the same time as him. Well answer the question then. Right, errrrrm. I scribbled down- because it is a triangle. I know that it's wrong but Harry is more important. It's not like you need maths when you're older. I scoffed at myself, I'm such an idiot. I could hear Harry zipping his bag up. Quick! I turned the page clumsily in a rush. The page was blank. Yes! Stuff double checking. I stood up quickly and my chair fell backwards but I didn't care. I briskly walked up to Miss' desk before Harry and threw it to her. I then power-walked back to my desk.

"Is it ALL done Mr Tomlinson?" Miss Sanders called as I was walking back.

"Yep!" I called as I scooped down to pick the chair up. I don't have time to talk to her, I can tell that Harry's trying to get out before me. I tucked the chair under and with one hand I was scooping my things together and with the other I was picking my bag up. I then picked my pencil case up and the pen I was writing with and dumped them in my bag. I zipped my bag up but not all the way because I was too anxious to get out. I looked up to Miss for her permission to leave and I could feel Harry's tension as well. She finally looked up and she seemed confused at how we were both so eager to get out.

"Ok boys, you can go. Have a good night." She said and pushed her glasses up to rest on top of her head.

"You too Miss!" We both said in union and I ran out of the room after Harry. He was running down the corridor and was struggling to keep hold of his bag.

"Harry wait I need to talk to you!" I shouted as I struggled to keep up with him. I whipped my head to the side as my hair started to droop into my eyes. Great, now my quiff is ruined. Harry is worth it. Harry is with it. With new determination I sped up a bit but Harry darted through some double doors and down towards the stairs. I slid through the closing gap in the door and skidded around the corner. Ahh! I know what to do!

"Harry you're breaking a rule, do you need another lesson!" I hollered and he stopped immediately. I hated using that against him but there was no way I was going to catch him- he's just too fast! I started to slow down as I got closer to him and I realised how much I was panting. I am really unfit. I placed one hand on his shoulder to stop him from running away and placed the other one on my knee as I doubled over, trying to catch my breath.

"H-Harry you're fast!" I choked out and chuckled. He remained emotionless. Great. I straightened up and let go of his shoulder. I ran a hand through my hair trying to make it stick but it just flopped back down. Oh well. I turned to Harry with a smile.

"Harry I just want to talk to you." I sighed, it broke my heart when he ignored me. A sudden rage of anger flashed through his eyes and my eyes widened in shock.

"I don't believe you!" He spat. Wow. I was speechless. Where did that come from? Nothing all day then I get my head bitten off. You do deserve it. I know but it still shocked me. Then he turned to the complete opposite. His lip started to tremble and tears started to collect in his eyes. This broke my heart even more.

"I-I'm so sorry, I-I don-don't know wh-"

"Harry it's fine just please, please believe me." I begged as I held his shoulders. He seemed to be debating with himself so I just waited, feeling the tears in my eyes threatening to spill. He came to a conclusion but didn't say anything. I squeezed his shoulders reassuringly and let one of my hands fall down to his wrist. I held it gently and led him back around the corner, through the double doors and to the lockers we were at this morning. I could see him starting to get scared and tense as he was probably remembering this morning. Have I ever said that I hate myself? I am such an idiot.

"Harry, I didn't mean it when I said about the lesson. I just needed you to stop running." I explained, I needed to gain his trust back. Not like I had it before. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I know that he didn't believe me but he looked more shocked than in disbelief. His shoulders started to relax slowly and I took this opportunity to start my apology. Remember, to gain his trust- tell the truth. Tell the truth. The truth. Arghh but the truth is harder to say. The. Truth.

"Harry I-I-" Go on, the truth will be better for him. You can do it. I closed my eyes and sighed. When I opened them I was ready. "Harry. This morning, it wasn't me who was doing that it- it, was this, this thing- this monster who took over me. I was just trying to prove something." I breathed and looked in Harry's eyes in hope of approval. He seemed shocked again but he was still curious.

"Prove what?" He asked with his eyebrow raised again. Yes! He's talking! Ok, ok don't lose this.

"Liam just got me upset about something." I replied. I saw his eyes look away as he was disappointed with my answer. C'mon, you can do better than that. But I don't want to tell him what made me upset. You don't have to mention Marcel, just the bit about Harry. That's still bad! If you don't do it, you'll lose him. Fine.

"Liam, Liam knows that I like you." I muttered as I faced the floor and fiddled with my fingers. I looked up slowly to see Harry's reaction. He had his mouth open in shock and he looked like his mind was going crazy. He closed his mouth and he was a picture of confusion. I sighed again as I knew that I had to explain further.

"I don't want anyone to know and in the moment I was scared, really, really scared. And then suddenly the fear got replaced by anger towards Liam. I was angry that he accused me of such a thing. Me being so clever, I thought that the only way to prove him wrong was to, to do, to do errrm what I-I did to you. But Harry I'm so sorry, please believe me."

"Why is liking me so wr-wrong?" He choked as a few tears streamed down his cheeks. My heart no longer existed, it was a million broken pieces on the floor.

"H-Harry love, i-it's not." I tried to persuade him, finding it harder and harder to keep the tears in.

"Y-you're contradicting yourself. You say you had to prove Liam wrong and n-now you're saying that it isn't wrong."

"Harry please, I'm sorry." I cried, the tears now escaping from my eyes. "Please forgive me or- or at least know that I am sorry." I pleaded. He stayed silent for a bit and then became utterly still. He looked me dead in the eye and I saw how cold and lifeless his eyes were.

"I-I know you're sorry." He sniffled and then ran his hand along his nose. Oh. He hasn't forgiven me. I thought he would. Oh well, look at the bright side- at least he's talking.

"Really?" I asked, scared of him changing his mind. He nodded letting his curls bounce on his head. A small smile spread on his lips and I felt my own lips start twitching.

"Thanks." I smiled and then rubbed my eyes. "God we're a mess!" I chuckled and Harry smiled sheepishly. He's too cute! I'm gonna make this night the best night he's ever had. Not like that, but it's still going to be amazing!

"C'mon then, lets go!" I grabbed his hand and we ran out of school laughing. Together.

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