When it's finally lunch I think I could jump for joy. We sit at our table and I look around for Harry finding him nowhere. I brush it off thinking maybe he was busy or something.

After lunch I head to chemistry. Harry's not there and Mr Drew the Dick is absent as well. I try not to worry about Harry but I'm already too worked up. I asked the substitute to excuse me on the pretext of using the loo. I walk out of the class and head in the general direction of the loos considering washing my face. I hear loud, raucous laughter as I near the loos.

I hear a voice. "Shut up, Styles or I'll make this harder." The voice laughs.

"This is hilarious. So going viral." Another voice laughs.

I feel my blood boil.

"Better put the fag elsewhere, man." A third voice.

"No he's better off here. I don't think anyone will find him."

I open the door and see them kicking Harry's sides.

"GET AWAY FROM HIM!!" I thunder.

They turn. "Look Styles. Your boyfriend is here to save the day." One of them mocks.

"I said get away." I say calmly.

"Or what?" The guy videoing challenges.

"Trust me, you don't wanna know." I say deathly calm. They must sense how angry I am because the next thing I know they're storming out. I'm shaking with fury as I watch them leave. Once they're gone I quickly turn to Harry and drop to my knees.

"Harry!!!" I touch his hands which are covering his face and he starts whimpering. "Harry, calm down, love. It's just me. It's Louis, just me baby." He slowly brings down his hands to reveal his bruised and bloody face.

"Louis...." He crawls closer to me with a pained wince. I gently pull him into my arms.

"What happened, love." I murmur softly, stroking his hair as he cries into my shirt.

"I bumped into one of them and walked away with an apologetic look and then they grabbed me and started taunting me, I tried to walk away but then they asked me to answer them and when I didn't, they thought I was being defiant and beat me up."

"Oh love. Please don't cry baby. Please just calm down. It's okay, don't with. I got you now. Shhh, I got you." I softly kiss his hair.

"Can you please drop me home? Everything hurts." He pleads.

"Of course, Hazza. Just let me get you cleaned up, yeah?" His eyes widen in fear.

"Only my face...." I choose not to question him.

"Only your face and arms." I offer.

"Okay." I help him up and he heavily leans on me. I wet a few paper towels and gently dab at his face, giving special attention to his busted lip and cut cheek, then moving to slowly cleaning the cuts on his arms making him wince. "Why did they hurt me?" He asks brokenly.

"I'm sorry Haz. I don't know. Please don't cry, love. I got you. Can you walk?"

"I think so."

"Just till my car. Come on. Wait, you know what? My house is closer and my mum is a nurse. I'm taking you to mine."

"NO!!" he starts struggling weakly.

"Harry, stop struggling, you're going to hurt yourself even more. She won't touch you, don't worry, everything will be the way you like, okay? Just a little cooperation."

"Alright." I smile and we slowly walk to my car. It's more of me dragging Harry carefully but, oh well. It's horrible seeing Harry like this, all broken and wincing. 'He's a delicate thing. Like a rose. He's gorgeous but he has his thorns. Fresh as dew. I just want to bundle him up in warmth and keep him happy, always.' I help in and buckle him up. I drive home as I notice Harry crying silently. I pull over and look at him. "Harry-"

"Louis please just drive, everything hurts." He pleads and I nod quickly driving home. I unbuckle him and ask him to step out. He tries and winces. "I can't do it, the soreness is setting in."

"Okay. I'm going to carry you. This might hurt. It probably will." I tell him as I put one arm under his knees and the other on his back lifting him up carefully. He winces. "Shit, sorry Harry." He nods. I get him in and take him to the guestroom, laying him on the bed. "I'll just be back." I murmur, running my hand through his hair. I run out and call mum from her room, explaining the situation in brief. She nods and rushes to the guestroom, sitting by Harry.

"Hi Harry, I'm Johannah, Louis' mum, and I'm sorry we had to meet this way. I'm going to need you to take off your shirt."

Harry looks at me with panic. I kneel down in front of him. "Please Harry, Mum needs to check you, please?"

Harry shakes his head vigorously.

"She won't touch you in any way, I promise, please Harry, you could have broken ribs." A few tears leak out of his eyes. I look at mum, silently telling her to give us a minute and she nods and walks off. "Talk to me, Harry." I take his hand.

"You'll hate me if I take off my shirt, you'll be disgusted." More tears. I wipe them off gently running my hand through his soft curls.

"I could never ever hate you Harry. You're one of my best mates. You know I wouldn't hate you. Please? Just trust me on this one? Have I ever hurt you? Please. I can't risk you having broken bones. Come on?"

"Promise me you won't hate me?"

I take his other hand as well and kiss both of them. "I promise, baby. I will not hate you, okay?"

"And your mum will not touch me? No matter what?"

"Okay. Done. Deal. She won't. No matter what. Okay?"

"Okay."