My head was spinning, my heart was beating fast, each thump hitting against my rib cage, and my stomach felt like it was twisting in on itself... And I was kinda freaking out. Was this normal? I mean, the first time Harry had kissed me something similar to this happened, but not as bad. I wanted to ask Harry if is was normal too, but a voice that has sent fear down my spin more times than I can count stopped me.

At the insulting word that has been thrown at me my entire life, I felt that same tingle of fear run down my spin and make me freeze on the spot. I wanted to run and hide, to block out any of the offensive words I knew he was going to say, but a hand on my arm stopped me from cowering back.

I looked up at Harry, but the only view I had of him was the back of his head, me somehow ending up behind him. His hand was no longer on my arm, and as much as I missed the feeling, I didn't dare speak right now. He was no longer the calm, self controlled Harry that I had just kissed a few seconds ago. No. He was now in predator mode. His hands were in fists, making the veins in his arms pop out, and his body was shaking from the anger that has already started to consume him.

I wanted to reach forward and grab his arm to try and calm him down, to tell him Seth wasn't worth it, but at the same time I didn't. I wanted to see Seth cower in fear, to see him feel exactly how he has made me feel all these years. I wanted him to get a dose of his own medicine, and luckily for me, Harry was more than willing to be the one who gave it to him.

I peeked my head around Harry's arm and watched as Seth flinched at whatever Harry had said, but I wasn't able to hear it past the ringing in my ears. Slowly, I reached a hand forward and gently grabbed ahold of Harry's forearm, my finger's not being able to wrap all the way around it. At the contact, Harry went stiff for a second but he must of remembered who was behind him because his body loosened a little.

"Harry, please don't." I whispered, going back on my previous thoughts. I may want Seth to get hurt, but I didn't want Harry to get in trouble.

"Louis, please let go of my arm. I don't want to hurt you." Harry said, and even though his voice was calm, you could hear how forced his words were. He was trying not to scare me, but his attempt was unneeded. I wasn't afraid of Harry, well at least I wasn't right now. He wouldn't hurt me, and I knew that for a fact.

"Listen to your faggy boyfriend, Styles." Seth said, and before any of us could react, a gust of wind was washing over me and Harry was already standing in front of Seth, his hand gripping the front of his shirt.

I felt my heart jump in my throat, closing it off and making it impossible to breath. Harry lifted a hand up and clenched it into a fist. He brought it back and I squeaked loudly when I seen him swing forward. I wanted to close my eyes, I didn't want to see the violence that was about to unfold in front of me, but I couldn't, and I didn't need to.

Harry's fingers brushed against Seth's jaw, but that's it. He had stopped his hand just in time, making it so he didn't hit him. "You're not worth my fucking time." Harry spat before he let go of the white shirt.

"You're---" Seth began, but quickly bit his tongue when a fragile old woman came walking out of one of the shelves.

"Louis, dear, tell your friends to be quiet." Mrs. Meyers said, who was been the librarian at this school for over twenty years. Her wrinkly hand shook violently when she lifted it up to fix her glasses that rested loosely on her nose, a metal string dangling around her neck that was attached to them.

She squinted her eyes and looked from me, to Harry, then to Seth. She smiled widely when she seen the tall blonde jock standing just behind Harry. "Seth! I was just looking for you. Your father sent me over the list of books you need and I gathered them up." Her voice was slow and it wavered, but when she finally finished, she gestured for Seth to follow her. Ater grumbling some nonsense to Harry, Seth hit him harshly with his shoulder when he walked past him.

Harry growled under his breath and went to take a step forward, but my face must have been something that he didn't like because right after he glanced at me, he took a step back and closed his eyes before he inhaled deeply. "Fucking prick needs to get laid." Harry mumbled under his breath before he opened his eyes and forced a smile when he looked at me.

I returned the smile, even though it was a little forced, and grabbed my book off the floor. I held it tightly in my arms and hefted my backpack further up on my shoulder. "Let's go?" I asked Harry, keeping my gaze on the floor.

Nodding, Harry went to grab my hand but he hesitated for a second, then finally let his hand rest on the small of my back. I didn't say anything. I kept quiet and let him lead me out of the library, then down the hallway. My muscles jumped under his touch, but I doubt he could feel it through the material of my hoodie. Well, I was hoping he couldn't.

Sighing when we finally came to a stop, I glanced up and seen we were standing in front of the front doors to the school. My eyes danced over the grass that was once again covered by snow, though it was the light powdery snow that would be gone within a few days. It sparkled in the sunlight and if you stared at one spot for too long, your eyes began to hurt and your vision would go black.

I bit my lip and wrapped my arms tighter around my torso, the book squishing against my stomach painfully, and nodded my head a little, already knowing what he was silently asking. At my answer, Harry opened the door for me and I walked out, then he followed after me. I carefully stepped down the slippery steps, but my cautious steps weren't as cautious as I thought because I was soon slipping.

It seemed like it happened in slow motion as I dropped my book and my arms flailed for second before I began to grasp at nothing. The air slipped between my fingers like water does when you try to cup it in your hands, and when I realized I was going to fall on my ass, I screwed my eyes shut and was hoping I wouldn't crack my head open on the cement.

Much to my dismay, I felt my ass come in contact with the icy stairs, but instead of stumbling down them, I stayed in one spot. My ass began to throb and sharp pains shot through out it, and after a few seconds, I finally opened my eyes.

Harry was standing in front of me, his arms clutching his stomach as he wheezed from laughter. I wanted to shove a sock down his throat, but instead, I leaned over the side railing and scooped up a handful of snow and threw it at him. It hit him right in the middle of his head and clung to his hair. Instead of sitting and waiting for him to leap at me, I quickly scurried to my feet and began to run as fast as the slippery sidewalk would allow me.

I didn't care that I had left my backpack behind, nor did I care that the library's book was getting ruined as water seeped into the pages and blurred the words. All that was on my mind right now was trying to get my legs to move as fast as I could so I would get away from the giant that was bound to chase after me.

I chanced a glance behind my shoulder and seen Harry ever so calmly bend down to gather up to hand fulls of snow, then he stood up and looked me right in the eyes. My breath hitched in my throat. Jesus, he was really fucking hot.

You're running away from that hot god!

The thought ricocheted around my head and I shook it out before I turned back around to look where I was going. It was just in time too, because I was only a few feet away from running into a tree. I dodged it, luckily, and began to run towards the long strip of snow covered grass that was by the road.

Above my heavy panting and my feet crunching in the snow, I could hear slow, calm footsteps behind me, letting me know he wasn't even close to catching up to me, but he was still coming after me. I felt my legs start to go numb and my stomach cramp uncomfortably. I slowed down just a little before I came to a fast jog.

I panted loudly, my lungs screaming in pain, and looked over at Harry who was smirking at me. With each step I took forward, he seemed to grow feet closer to me until I finally felt an arm wrap around my waist. I was being hauled backwards, then my hair was being covered in snow. I squealed loudly and fought against Harry's hold on me, but all that resulted in was Harry falling backwards and me landing on top of him.

I laughed breathlessly and went to roll over onto my side, but Harry grabbed a hold of my wrist. "Turn over." He whispered, sounding just as breathless as me. I did as he said, though I was a little confused, and looked down at him. My clothes had managed not to get wet because I had landed on Harry, but my fringe was now sticking to my forehead and my knees and shins were starting to get wet from me kneeling in the snow.

"My ass it wet." He informed me, and just as I opened my mouth to laugh, something was being pressed against my lips. At first I thought it was Harry's lips, but then it began to melt and my face began to go numb from the coldness.

"Harry!" I screeched and spit out the snow that had went into my mouth. I blindly grabbed some snow and wiped it across his face, then I stood up and used my sleeve to wipe the snow off of my face.

"Ass." He rolled onto his side and wiped the snow off of his face.

"I gotta ass." I said and popped out my hip. I gave him one more glance before I began to walk back to the stairs, my hips swaying all the while.

I smiled softly to myself as I walked back to the stairs to get my stuff. From my knees down may be wet, and my hair may be sticking to my forehead, but I wasn't mad. I was the complete opposite, actually. I was happy, and it was a weird feeling. I wasn't used to smiling or being happy, but that's all i've really been these past few months.

All thanks to the supposed badass behind me.

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Harry had dropped me off at home after our little, very little, snow fight at the school. My house had been empty because both my mom and Lottie had things to do today. Well, my mom had to go get more alcohol, and Lottie had been with her dealer to get more weed.

I took a shower once I was home, and by the time I was out and dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants, Lottie was home. I was just towel drying my hair when she knocked on the door before she came in.

"Sit down." She instructed me once she was in my room and the door was closed. I eyed her for a second, but grabbed the comb off of my dresser and sat down on my bed. I crossed my legs over one another and began to brush my hair, my eyes closing but I felt when Lottie set down on the bed beside me.

I heard a plastic bag rustling, and I figured it was pot so I quickly finished brushing through my hair. I brushed my hair off to the side of my head, threw my comb by my feet, then looked up at Lottie. She fished her hand into the bag between her legs, then she shoved something brown at me and waved it in front of my face.

I inhaled deeply, like she wanted me to, and my eyes widened when I smelt the brownie. It reeked of weed, and it made my mouth literally water. "Where did you get this?" I asked her and carefully, I took the large square out of her hand and I laid it flat on my palm. It was so large that it covered my entire hand and hung over the edges.

The brown, chocolate heaven was still warm, but not warm enough to burn my hand. "I got these beauties from Zayn. He gave me three for only twenty dollars." She said, and I glanced up in time to see the faint blush on her cheeks. That blush was all I needed to know that these weren't only $20, but she also paid in another way.

I pursed my lips and nodded, but didn't comment. I was used to Lottie sleeping with people to get stuff she wanted or needed, so this wasn't really a shocker. I internally sighed and decided that I needed to shut off my brain for a while. I lifted the brownie up to my lips and even though I knew I needed only a few small bites to get me high, I took a large bite and chewed it.

It practically melted on my tongue and when I swallowed it, it coated my throat and I could already feel myself starting to get high, but I wanted more. Ignoring Lottie's warnings, I quickly ate a little less than half the brownie before I handed it to her and laid back on my bed. I was starting to get a small high, but it wasn't anything too strong.

"These things are..." I was cut off when a sudden burst of whatever ran through my body. I suddenly felt like I was on a roller coaster that had sharp turns. "Oh fuck." I gasped, my eyes screwing shut when the ceiling began to come to life and showing what I was thinking about, which was Harry.

I heard Lottie laugh before she stood up. She laid the rest of the brownie on my chest and said something, but I couldn't hear it past the wind blowing loudly in my ears, then she left.

This high was different than all my other highs. I had thought that my mind would shut off like every other time, but it didn't. All my thoughts only intensified and I felt myself growing more and more aroused by the second.

All I could hear was Harry whispering things to me, things he had never actually said to me but I have imagined him say plenty of times. 'Be a good boy for me, Louis. Touch yourself.' I wanted to listen to these thoughts, I wanted to reach down my pants and do what Harry wanted me to because I wanted to be a good boy. But this wasn't real. A small voice in the back of my mind reminded me of that, but it also reminded me of my throbbing cock that was confined by my tight sweatpants.

I shook my head and I sat up in my bed right as my phone began to ring. The brownie fell onto my lap, but I didn't pick it up. I left it sitting on my right leg, the now cool brownie sticking to my pants. I leaned over, my eyes still closed, and grabbed my phone from the end of my bed. Without opening my eyes, I pressed the power button and lifted it up to my ear.

"Hello?" I breathed out. My free hand inched towards my penis, but just as it was about to reach it, I quickly pulled it back and clenched it into a fist.

"Having some hardcore sex?" Harry asked, and I yelped in surprise because, what the hell? I went to throw my phone, but my body seemed to be frozen in place. My eyes snapped open and I stared out the window, trying to see if anybody could see through it but my curtains were pulled closed.

"What are you talking about?" I asked him. I swung my legs over the bed and was going to stand up, but the world began to spin so I set back down on my bed and grabbed the brownie from behind me. I eyed it for a second, then I set it down on my nightstand table.

"Nothing, I was joking. But..." He paused for a second, and me knowing Harry, I could hear the smile he was wearing. "I am outside your bedroom door." He finished, and then there was a knock on my bedroom door.

I threw my phone down on my bed and I stood up to my feet, but I had to grasp my dresser to keep myself from falling. Once I regained my balance, I fixed my now half hard on and slowly made my way towards to door, having to use the wall to hold me up. When I reached the door, I inhaled deeply and threw it open, coming face to face with a smirking green eyed lad who was holding a thick history book in his arms.

Well, shit.