"I miss you, angel," Louis' voice cooed through the phone.

Harry closed his eyes, and nodded to himself, "I missed you too," he mumbled, "a lot," he sighed, and bit his lip. "Uhm, Louis, y-you, you uh, like me... right?" he asked, biting his lip harder. Ever since his breakdown the other day he had been wanting to make sure the voices hadn't been right, and that his boyfriend actually did like him.

"Of course I do. What makes you think I don't?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Harry shrugged, even though Louis couldn't see him, "I just uhm," he paused, and Louis knew that it obviously was something involving the voices or someone saying something mean to him. "Yesterday Liam came over, b-but the uhm, they said that, neither of you actually liked me," his voice trailed off, leaving Louis sad that he couldn't be there with his boyfriend. "They also said you w-went to Greece to get away-"

"No, Harry, stop," Louis said, "if I had choice I would have either stayed home or brought you with me. I would never want to get away from you, I promise," the older boy told him. And Harry would have stayed on the phone longer if the bell hadn't rung, signaling that class was over.

"I have to go," he sighed unhappily, "free period is over."

"Okay, I should probably get going as well. Smile for me okay, angel?" Louis asked, to which Harry instantly smiled, loving the name that Louis had not failed to forget since the day at the airport. "Are you smiling, love?"

"Yea," Harry blushed.

"Good, I'll talk to you later, I've got to go now."

"Okay. Bye."

"Bye."

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Harry exited the school, finally leaving sight of Josh, who had always had an annoying eye on him. Harry knew that it was just for his safety from the two bullies, but that didn't make it less unnerving. All in all, the boy was just glad that four days had quickly passed already, and that there were only five more left until his ouis returned.

Harry walked along the sidewalk, deciding not to have Robin pick him up or to take the bus. He wanted alone time, and walking was the best it would have to get. Though the route from school to his house was almost the same one as two familiar boys he knew, and once he realized this, it was too late to turn around.

"Harry." He heard his name and, goosebumps rose on the back of his neck from the gruff voice. "You know, I haven't seen you in a while... since you almost got me expelled," he snarled. "That and your petty boyfriend kept you away from everything."

The blonde jumped in, "Yea, he also gave me a black eye, that jackass," he grumbled, "but he's not here now."

"Yea, therefore we'll just punish you instead," Zayn sighed. Harry's breath got caught in his throat, and he made the decision to run, as fast as he could down the sidewalk until he was tackled onto the grass.

"Please," he begged, "d-don't hurt m-me," he held his hands up at his face. Though he was just pulled to his feet, where Sam took his hands behind his back.

"You're disgusting," Zayn spat, gripping the boys jaw in order to face him, "an absolute disgrace to the world. No one likes people like you," he growled, and punched Harry in the gut, making him grunt. "Faggot," he sneered, and pulled him out of Sam's grip, shoving him onto the damp grass, that still had a bit of leftover snow scattered on it.

"If you tell anyone about this then you're dead," Sam spit, kicking the back of his calf while the other boy kicked his stomach.

"Stop!" Harry sobbed, trying to curl himself up. They didn't listen though, especially when they hauled the curly haired boy to his feet, and Zayn swung a punch at his face, hitting him square in the jaw.

Harry fell backwards, completely winded by what the boys were doing to him. He couldn't breathe, and his lungs felt tight, as if they were being squeezed, not able to take in air. He was wheezing, not able to get up, because it took up too much energy that he didn't have in the first place.

It didn't help that he didn't eat lunch or hardly breakfast. He wasn't starving himself, he just didn't feel like eating. He wasn't hungry. That's the only reason he was able to roll over onto his stomach, so that he could throw up.

"Ew, that's fucking disgusting!" Zayn pushed him into his side, and the two ran off, leaving the boy spitting up, hardly able to breathe.

Not even five minutes later Harry heard his voice being called, and he just wanted to cry even more until he recognized it as Danielle, Louis' friend. She had stayed after school for a little bit to finish homework, and was unfortunately two houses down from Sam's house. Which meant she had to take the same route.

"Oh my god, are you okay? I-I'm gonna call my mum to pick us up alright?" she spoke, and knelt down next to the boy, helping him sit up, "oh Harry," she whimpered, pulling out the extra tshirt she usually kept in her bag, thankful she had it that day. She folded it, and handed it to Harry. "Put this on your lip, it's bleeding," she told him, and pulled out her phone. Harry just sat there, holding the fabric to his bleeding face and keeping himself from throwing up.

Danielle soon finished with the call, announcing that her mum was about five minutes away, "Can you stand up?" she asked hopefully, bending down and reaching out her hands to help. The boy tried, using his arms to push himself up from the ground. Though it did no use, for the pain shot through his chest, and he fell right back, shaking his head. "Okay. Then I'll call Louis ok-"

"No!" the boy croaked, blinking furiously through tears, "p-please don't tell him!"

Danielle looked lost, and didn't know what to do. She dropped the Louis subject, and helped her mum get Harry into the car when she parked alongside the sidewalk.

"What hurts, honey?" Mrs. Peazer asked.

Harry pointed to his chest, "I-I can't," he wheezed, coughing for air.

"Can't breathe. Okay, we're just going to drive down to the hospital, okay?" she spoke calmly, letting Harry lean his head back as she hopped into the driver's seat, and raced to the hospital.