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“Why you running fag?” Jake yelled out to me.
I was running through the school halls. This was a constant thing for me. The constant running, beating, screaming, punching, kicking, and all the cuts and bruises.
I come to a halt when I realize that I’ve reached a dead end.
“Looks like you’ve got no place left to go faggot,” Jake sneers at me.
I back up against a wall and prepare for the beating that I was about to receive.
You may wonder what I did to deserve this? Well, it is very simple. I’m gay. Yep, I, Niall Horan, am gay. Perhaps the only gay kid in the school and because of it I am tormented and bullied every day by people like Jake. Jake just happens to be the bully who beats me the most.
“Please Jake, don’t do this!” I beg him.
He just smiles and I see him raise his fist. I close my eyes and then feel his fist collide with my face. I spit out the blood that is pooling in my mouth. Then I feel a punch to the stomach and collapse to the ground.
“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?” A voice rings out.
I open my eyes and see a mop of curly hair and green eyes.
“Styles! You’re just in time to help me beat up this faggot,” Jake says and then spits at me.
Styles. Harry Styles to be exact. The school’s popular boy and friends with almost anyone, except for me of course.
“I’ve got a better idea, how about I beat the shit out of you!” Harry says raising a fist to Jake.
Harry’s fist collides with Jake’s face which cause him to yelp in pain. He quickly runs off and I am left lying on the ground.
“You alright?” Harry asks me as he reaches out a hand to help me up.
I take his hand as he helps me up.
“Yeah, but I deserved it though,” I tell him.
Harry looks at me with hurt in his face. Harry helps me walk to the nurses office but letting me use him as my crutch.
“Nobody deserves to be beat up Niall,” he says.
My heart flutters when Harry says my name. So he actually knows who I am.
“I do, I’m gay after all so I guess it comes with a price,” I tell him.
Harry stops walking and makes me turn to face him.
“Just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you should be beat up for it. Some people are just homophobic jerks and don’t like the idea of people being happy,” Harry tells me.
I just smile and nod my head as we continue walking to the nurses office.
“Can I ask you something Harry?” I say to him.
Harry just turns to me and shows off his dimpled smile. He nods his head.
“Why did you help me? I mean, you’re so popular and you shouldn’t have to waste your time with people like me,” I tell him as a single tear starts to fall down my face.
Harry stops us again and I lower my head so he can’t see me cry.
“Niall, Niall, Ni! Look at me,” he says.
I look up into his emerald green eyes and see water building up in them. Why was he crying, he shouldn’t be crying over someone like me.
“Harry, you shouldn’t be crying over someone like me, I’m just a lonely outcast with a few friends,” I tell him.
The next thing I know, Harry pulls me into a hug and rubs my back.
“Never say things like that Niall. I helped you because it was the right thing to do, me being popular having nothing to do with it! And you aren’t an outcast Niall, you have me as a friend you know,” Harry says.
I pull back from the hug and look at him confused.
“You would be my friend? But you would be picked on for hanging out with the faggot!” I tell him with tears in my eyes.
“Niall, stop it, don’t say that! Don’t ever use that word, it’s a horrible word!” Harry says to me.
Harry pulls me in for another hug and I just sob into his chest. He strokes my back lovingly and whispers sweet things in my ear.
“I’m gay too you know,” Harry whispers in my ear.
I immediately stop crying and look at him awestruck. Harry’s gay! My heart flutters in my chest and I can feel the butterflies in my stomach.
“You’re g-gay?” I ask him.
He just smiles at me and wipes away the tears that are in my eyes.
“Yep and so very proud!” he tells me with a cute little smile.
I just giggle at him and I can see him smile even more.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before, it’s adorable,” he tells me.
I can feel my face heat up and duck my head so he can’t see.
“Come on, let’s get you to the nurse and get you cleaned up and then report Jake to the principal for what he did.” Harry says.
I just nod my head and continue walking with Harry.
And that is how I first met Harry and fell in love with my sweet curly-haired savior.