(Written by: darlingharry3 )

TW// Usage of slurs in this chapter!

Today is the day...

The very first day of high school! How exciting right? Wrong.

Harry had been dreading this the second their last day of middle school had ended. He didn't want to go to high school, there were so many other kids and he just felt like the outsider to all of them.

He was still so underweight and small, he knew that walking the halls would be intimidating and people would be towering over him.

He still had to go regardless though, so he just prepared himself as best as he possibly could.

That was another thing, he had barely spoken to Louis all summer.

He spent one day with him, but that was the day after school let out and he had barely paid attention to Harry at all. What he had wanted to do was play video games, talk about Eleanor, and soccer. Those were all things Harry was not the best at. So he had ended up just sitting there the whole time, not saying much or really even listening.

That had made Harry realize, maybe he and Louis just didn't have anything in common anymore. Being on the soccer team, Louis had slowly made more and more friends. Which, had caused him to become more popular.

So Harry had kind of been left in the dust...unintentionally to Louis of course, but Harry didn't know that. For all Harry knew he deserved it and it was going to happen to him eventually anyways.

So that was the cherry on top of everything, Harry felt abandoned.

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Harry got ready that morning, dreading this so much. He knew his bullies had probably gotten stronger and meaner over the summer break.

He had just stayed the same, if anything he'd gotten smaller and weaker...

Anne drove him to school and he got out, he waved to her gently and she blew him a kiss.

With that he walked inside, having the paper with his locker number and his schedule in his hands. As he walked, he felt intimidated and shy. Upperclassmen walked by and it felt like they were mountains above him. On some of them, his height probably only came up to a little bit above their hips.

That's how tall they were.

On top of it all, he couldn't find where anything was. Poor baby was just walking around feeling aimless. All he needed to do was get to his locker number and to his first period but he couldn't even do that.

He started to panic when the tardy bell rang, kids started to filter out of the halls and into their classrooms.

He was the only one left in the hallways. He was about to go to the office when he heard loud obnoxious voices behind him. He knew exactly who these people were though.

The same kids had been bullying him ever since middle school. They called him a bunch of names. Most of them were about his hypopituitarism, but some of them were about him being gay.

He heard this nickname constantly. "Hey fag! What're you doing rushing around like that?" The boy who lead most of the bullying, Connor shouted.

Harry huffed, perfect...this was just what he needed, shit from this airhead. "What do you want Connor?" Harry asked, turning around with the paper in his hand. He was already frustrated with how the morning was going, but on top of that Connor was really pissing him off.

"Don't speak that way with me Styles. You're really asking for it today huh?" Connor asked angrily, making Harry's frustrated mood turn into a timid, terrified one. Conner had grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close, his fist reared back and ready to unload right into Harry's nose.

Harry was already tearing up, he was scared because he knew if he got punched right now he'd take forever to heal. "No...I'm sorry, please don't, I'll stop" Harry whispered, looking as though he was about to burst into tears.

Which he was.

"Are you gonna cry gay boy? I dare you, let one tear slip I swear you're shit will be rocked" he muttered to him. Of course Harry couldn't help it though, a tear rolled down his cheek and he sniffled.

Connor let his fist rain in, causing Harry's face to seer with pain. Harry let more tears out, he was in too much pain not to cry. Connor dropped him down to the ground and he and his friend started beating him up.

Taking turns, one of them kicked him and the other punched and beat him.

When they were finished with him Harry was in so much pain. He now had bruises all up and down his body, he had a big black eye, his nose was all bloody, and his bottom lip had a big cut on it, which was also bloody.

They'd left him there, just laying down on the ground in the middle of the hallway. Harry slowly pushed himself up while crying, he felt humiliated even though no one was around.

He walked to the bathroom sobbing, going in and to the sinks. He looked at his face in the mirror, seeing how deep and purple the bruises were, then around the bruises was a nasty yellow color and he hated it.

He got some of the paper towels...which resembled sandpaper, and started wiping up the blood from his nose with a hiss. It hurt really bad and he honestly wished he could just go home.

Once his tears were completely dried, he zipped up his jacket, putting the hood over his head and walking out of the bathroom. He looked at his now crinkled paper and ironically, his locker was right there. So he went to it, then somehow managed to find his first period teacher's classroom.

He walked in, his head down as he quickly went to the first empty seat. People were staring and the teacher stood there with her arms crossed. "Harry? Is that correct?" She asked and he nodded shyly, sitting down with his head looking down at his lap.

"Right...why are you late?" She asked angrily and Harry sighed, not wanting to deal with any of this right now. "Got lost..." Harry whispered, barely audible for the teacher to here.

She sighed, shaking her head in disapproval before continuing her lesson.

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The rest of the day wasn't any better, he was receiving stares and laughs in his direction all day because of how bad his face looked.

But he didn't talk or make a comeback to anyone, he just went through the day feeling upset.

He was getting his stuff out of his locker and walking down the hall when he saw him. Louis, he was walking around with his friends and Eleanor who clung to his hand.

Their eyes met, Harry immediately looking away because he just felt down. "Hey, you look rough" Louis mumbled as he walked by.

This really angered Harry, Louis hadn't talked to him this whole summer or answered any of his texts, for all Harry had known Louis had fallen off the face of the earth. Now he said this?

Harry was pissed.

"Yeah, thanks for fucking pointing it out captain obvious." Harry snapped, before walking alway quickly.

This left Louis stunned, what had he done to deserve this?

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Harry walked out to the car, on the verge of tears because of how hard his day had been. He was going to try and hide this from Anne but he decided it was pointless, she always found out about everything.

He got in the car, sitting down with a sniffle and buckling in. Tears started to fall as he waited for Anne to look at him.

"Alright baby let's get you h-...oh my god!" Anne started then gasped when she saw the state of her son's face. "What happened darling?"

Harry was full on sobbing at this point, the weight of his day had just got to him and he couldn't help but just was letting out all the sadness. "Oh sweetie...deep breaths okay? We can talk about it when we get home. Would that be better?" She asked him, her heart shattering at how sad he was right now.

He nodded and sobbed, so with that Anne drove him home.

When they finally got there, Anne took him into the kitchen. Lifting him up onto the counter before getting into the freezer. She had a full stash of ice packs and stuff. So she got that, along with a rag with warm water on it.

She came over and gently wiped Harry's beaten face while looking at him sadly. "Now would you like to tell me what happened..." she asked softly, gently holding an ice pack to his eye which was swollen shut.

"There's these boys...they make fun of me...sometimes they push me down, but they've never done this before. I got lost on the way to class and they just got mad at me..." Harry whispered, one little tear rolling down his bruised cheek.

Anne's heart broke hearing that, nobody did that to her baby. "What names do they call you?" Anne asked as she tried not to cry herself.

"They call me things like chicken legs, ugly, worthless, and ummm...faggot..." Harry whispered, hating to even speak the last one.

Anne tried to contain her anger, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Nobody treated her son that way, literally no one. She couldn't stand that someone called him those awful names.

"Oh sweetie...don't listen to those idiots okay? You're not any of those things" Anne said angrily, "they're not going to treat you like this" she added as she pulled him into a hug.

Harry hugged back, crying into her shoulder as she just held him tight and warmly. He didn't say anything for a long time before he whispered.

"You're my best friend mummy..."

It was true though, he felt like he had no one anymore besides his mum and sister. They were the only people who didn't judge him or leave him behind.

The two spend the evening doing things Harry loved to cheer him up. Gemma helped by doing his makeup, covering up the bruises up just for a little while.

But the makeup couldn't cover up his emotions, Harry was mentally exhausted and tired of this...

AN: Hey!! Here's another chapter! Hope you're enjoying this book so far. Don't forget to comment and vote! Also tag me in the comments so I can see them! Thanks for the support on this so far!!

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