World Tour
Bullies
***Louis Tomlinson***
Sunday, August 19th, 2012 – North London, England
My whole sense of direction had gotten turned around. Normally I was good with figuring out where I was and how to get home, but I hadn’t really been thinking clearly since I’d seen my boyfriend standing with a knife pressed to his stomach. That combined with worrying about Liam and the lack of sleep from the night before made functioning very hard.
At first, I didn’t mind the extra walking. It was good for me – it helped clear my head and was good exercise so I just kept going. I even started to feel better about what had happened with Harry earlier. But after awhile – and I didn’t know how long because I wasn’t wearing a watch – I started to get a little nervous. Nothing looked familiar anymore; I must’ve been walking longer than I thought. I was too stubborn to ask someone for directions, and I would’ve felt like an idiot doing that anyway since it wasn’t like I was a tourist or anything. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to get in a cab.
I must’ve been walking for hours because the sun started to set and it began to rain. I found myself in a bad part of town, and knew I needed to head west, I just was so turned around that I wasn’t sure which way west was anymore.
“Hey, aren’t you that queer from that boy band?” some guy asked me as he and two of his buddies walked towards me. I just ignored them and kept walking, but he grabbed my arm and looked at me. “You are! I knew it! You’re the one who’s gay for the curly headed one. What are you doing over here? Lost your boyfriend?” I had to make a conscious effort not to open my big mouth, knowing that would only make things worse. But did he really have to bring Harry’s hair into this? “Answer me!” the guy said, and he slammed me back against the brick building we were standing in front of. He made to punch me, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him – I knew how to fight. However, this was three against one, and I knew I couldn’t outlast them long. Running wasn’t an option since he still had me pinned against the wall, and his buddy took the opportunity while I was distracted to punch me in the eye, causing my head to slam back against the bricks. I hit him back, and then the third guy punched me in the gut. I tripped him as I leaned forward in pain, and he fell on the ground, causing the first guy who to hit me in the nose, which immediately started bleeding. I was losing strength, and they started hitting me and kicking my shin and yelling gay slurs at me – queer, fag, homo, and a bunch of other horrible, mean words. I was coughing up blood, drenched from the rain.
After a minute, a car slowly drove by, and I could only see out of one eye but through the rain I thought I recognized it. It stopped, and I was able to make out Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn as they jumped out of Liam’s SUV.
“Get out of here!” Zayn yelled at the three guys, and they took off running. Harry and the others darted over to me.
“Louis!” Harry cried. “Are you okay?” I nodded, and he hugged me. “Are you sure? Do you want to go to the hospital?” I shook my head. I wanted to go home.
“Lou, your nose might be broken,” Liam said, and he handed me a napkin from his car to help with the blood. I pressed it to my nose and winced.
“Hospital,” Zayn announced.
“No, please,” I begged, my voice small. “I just want to go home.”
“We’ll bring you home once we get you looked at,” Liam assured me.
“No!” I exclaimed, angry that they weren’t listening to me. I looked at Harry. “Harry, please,” I said. He sighed.
“Niall, does your friend’s dad still make house calls?” Harry asked Niall, referring to a doctor, George, who had made a few house calls for us before when we didn’t want the media to know about an injury or illness. Niall nodded.
“I’ll call him right now and see if he can meet us at your place,” Niall said, pulling out his phone.
“Deal?” Harry asked me. I nodded, and then Harry and Zayn helped me to the backseat as Liam pulled a blanket from his trunk and put it around my shoulders once we were all in the car – I didn’t realize I’d been shivering.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Liam asked me. I nodded, not wanting to talk, or think. Harry put his arm tightly around me and I rested my pounding head on his shoulder as Liam started driving, glancing in his rearview mirror every two seconds to see if I was okay. Niall hung up with the doctor and turned to look at me from the front passenger seat.
“George is gonna meet us at your place,” he told me. I just nodded. Harry kissed the top of my head. I could feel his heart beat – it was abnormally fast. I was sure he was angry about the situation, and had been worried about me. I had no idea what would’ve happened if they hadn’t found me when they did.
“What were you doing over here?” Zayn asked me.
“I got lost,” I muttered. Liam glanced at me in the mirror.
“You?” he questioned. They all knew how good I was at finding my way around places. I just nodded, and then the tears came. I was trying to figure out why all the name calling had hurt worse than the physical hits. I closed my eyes to try and block the tears, but they started streaming down my cheeks anyway.
“Lou,” Harry whispered, and he wrapped both of his arms around me.
“I’m bleeding on your shirt,” I told him.
“I don’t care,” he replied.
“How did you guys find me?” I asked, curious.
“Harry had a sixth sense,” Liam shrugged. “He’s the one that made us keep looking.” That did it. I buried my face against Harry’s chest, losing all of my inhibitions about keeping strong. Harry hugged me close.
“Lou,” Zayn said, reaching over and patting my back, and Niall turned around and did the same thing. “It’s gonna be okay.” I stayed like that in Harry’s arms for the rest of the drive – and it was a long drive. I had strayed pretty far from home. Once we pulled up to the house, Zayn and Harry helped me inside; I was still limping from the kicks to the shin. I hobbled up the stairs to change into some dry clothes before George got there, and Harry came in my room with me. I pulled off my shirt, my ribs sore, and Harry gasped. I looked down – the only parts of my stomach that weren’t purple with bruises were the parts that were red with scrapes.
“I’m fine,” I told Harry, pulling on a clean shirt. I changed pants, seeing that my left shin was covered in blood. I didn’t even care. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget this had ever happened.
Once I was dressed, Harry wrapped his arms around me, but I didn’t let him hug me too long. I knew if I did, then I would start crying again, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop this time. He helped me downstairs and I sat down on the couch just as George arrived. The guys all stayed as George looked me over. Luckily, my nose wasn’t broken, but I had a wicked black eye. He bandaged up my shin and tested me for a concussion, but said he thought I was okay, just pretty banged up. He tried to convince me to file a police report, the guys all agreeing with him, but I refused. I just wanted it to be over and go away. He gave me a prescription for some pain meds, and Liam, Niall, and Zayn left to go get it filled for me. George did a few more tests just to make sure I had no broken bones or serious head injuries, and finally decided I was okay.
Harry and I thanked George and I paid him for the visit, then he left and Harry offered to make me some chicken soup. While that sounded good, I wasn’t hungry, and I just wanted Harry there in the room with me, so I said no thanks and he sat down with me on the couch. It was starting to scare me how much I needed Harry. I laid in his arms while we waited for the guys to get back from the pharmacy.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry told me, gently. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I told him.
“I was horrible to you this morning,” he said.
“I wasn’t any better to you,” I replied. “I’m sorry, Harry, I know this week has been rough on you.”
“I know it’s been hard for you, too,” Harry said. “You’ve been so strong for me, Louis, I don’t blame you for needing to take a breather.”
“Everything just built up and hit me at once, you know?” I explained. “But I didn’t mean to be gone so long or worry you.”
“I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner,” Harry choked out.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m the one who was too stubborn to ask someone for directions.”
“Can we make a pact to never leave angry again?” Harry asked.
“Yes, please,” I nodded.
Sunday, August 19th, 2012 – North London, England
My whole sense of direction had gotten turned around. Normally I was good with figuring out where I was and how to get home, but I hadn’t really been thinking clearly since I’d seen my boyfriend standing with a knife pressed to his stomach. That combined with worrying about Liam and the lack of sleep from the night before made functioning very hard.
At first, I didn’t mind the extra walking. It was good for me – it helped clear my head and was good exercise so I just kept going. I even started to feel better about what had happened with Harry earlier. But after awhile – and I didn’t know how long because I wasn’t wearing a watch – I started to get a little nervous. Nothing looked familiar anymore; I must’ve been walking longer than I thought. I was too stubborn to ask someone for directions, and I would’ve felt like an idiot doing that anyway since it wasn’t like I was a tourist or anything. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to get in a cab.
I must’ve been walking for hours because the sun started to set and it began to rain. I found myself in a bad part of town, and knew I needed to head west, I just was so turned around that I wasn’t sure which way west was anymore.
“Hey, aren’t you that queer from that boy band?” some guy asked me as he and two of his buddies walked towards me. I just ignored them and kept walking, but he grabbed my arm and looked at me. “You are! I knew it! You’re the one who’s gay for the curly headed one. What are you doing over here? Lost your boyfriend?” I had to make a conscious effort not to open my big mouth, knowing that would only make things worse. But did he really have to bring Harry’s hair into this? “Answer me!” the guy said, and he slammed me back against the brick building we were standing in front of. He made to punch me, but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him – I knew how to fight. However, this was three against one, and I knew I couldn’t outlast them long. Running wasn’t an option since he still had me pinned against the wall, and his buddy took the opportunity while I was distracted to punch me in the eye, causing my head to slam back against the bricks. I hit him back, and then the third guy punched me in the gut. I tripped him as I leaned forward in pain, and he fell on the ground, causing the first guy who to hit me in the nose, which immediately started bleeding. I was losing strength, and they started hitting me and kicking my shin and yelling gay slurs at me – queer, fag, homo, and a bunch of other horrible, mean words. I was coughing up blood, drenched from the rain.
After a minute, a car slowly drove by, and I could only see out of one eye but through the rain I thought I recognized it. It stopped, and I was able to make out Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn as they jumped out of Liam’s SUV.
“Get out of here!” Zayn yelled at the three guys, and they took off running. Harry and the others darted over to me.
“Louis!” Harry cried. “Are you okay?” I nodded, and he hugged me. “Are you sure? Do you want to go to the hospital?” I shook my head. I wanted to go home.
“Lou, your nose might be broken,” Liam said, and he handed me a napkin from his car to help with the blood. I pressed it to my nose and winced.
“Hospital,” Zayn announced.
“No, please,” I begged, my voice small. “I just want to go home.”
“We’ll bring you home once we get you looked at,” Liam assured me.
“No!” I exclaimed, angry that they weren’t listening to me. I looked at Harry. “Harry, please,” I said. He sighed.
“Niall, does your friend’s dad still make house calls?” Harry asked Niall, referring to a doctor, George, who had made a few house calls for us before when we didn’t want the media to know about an injury or illness. Niall nodded.
“I’ll call him right now and see if he can meet us at your place,” Niall said, pulling out his phone.
“Deal?” Harry asked me. I nodded, and then Harry and Zayn helped me to the backseat as Liam pulled a blanket from his trunk and put it around my shoulders once we were all in the car – I didn’t realize I’d been shivering.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Liam asked me. I nodded, not wanting to talk, or think. Harry put his arm tightly around me and I rested my pounding head on his shoulder as Liam started driving, glancing in his rearview mirror every two seconds to see if I was okay. Niall hung up with the doctor and turned to look at me from the front passenger seat.
“George is gonna meet us at your place,” he told me. I just nodded. Harry kissed the top of my head. I could feel his heart beat – it was abnormally fast. I was sure he was angry about the situation, and had been worried about me. I had no idea what would’ve happened if they hadn’t found me when they did.
“What were you doing over here?” Zayn asked me.
“I got lost,” I muttered. Liam glanced at me in the mirror.
“You?” he questioned. They all knew how good I was at finding my way around places. I just nodded, and then the tears came. I was trying to figure out why all the name calling had hurt worse than the physical hits. I closed my eyes to try and block the tears, but they started streaming down my cheeks anyway.
“Lou,” Harry whispered, and he wrapped both of his arms around me.
“I’m bleeding on your shirt,” I told him.
“I don’t care,” he replied.
“How did you guys find me?” I asked, curious.
“Harry had a sixth sense,” Liam shrugged. “He’s the one that made us keep looking.” That did it. I buried my face against Harry’s chest, losing all of my inhibitions about keeping strong. Harry hugged me close.
“Lou,” Zayn said, reaching over and patting my back, and Niall turned around and did the same thing. “It’s gonna be okay.” I stayed like that in Harry’s arms for the rest of the drive – and it was a long drive. I had strayed pretty far from home. Once we pulled up to the house, Zayn and Harry helped me inside; I was still limping from the kicks to the shin. I hobbled up the stairs to change into some dry clothes before George got there, and Harry came in my room with me. I pulled off my shirt, my ribs sore, and Harry gasped. I looked down – the only parts of my stomach that weren’t purple with bruises were the parts that were red with scrapes.
“I’m fine,” I told Harry, pulling on a clean shirt. I changed pants, seeing that my left shin was covered in blood. I didn’t even care. I just wanted to go to sleep and forget this had ever happened.
Once I was dressed, Harry wrapped his arms around me, but I didn’t let him hug me too long. I knew if I did, then I would start crying again, and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop this time. He helped me downstairs and I sat down on the couch just as George arrived. The guys all stayed as George looked me over. Luckily, my nose wasn’t broken, but I had a wicked black eye. He bandaged up my shin and tested me for a concussion, but said he thought I was okay, just pretty banged up. He tried to convince me to file a police report, the guys all agreeing with him, but I refused. I just wanted it to be over and go away. He gave me a prescription for some pain meds, and Liam, Niall, and Zayn left to go get it filled for me. George did a few more tests just to make sure I had no broken bones or serious head injuries, and finally decided I was okay.
Harry and I thanked George and I paid him for the visit, then he left and Harry offered to make me some chicken soup. While that sounded good, I wasn’t hungry, and I just wanted Harry there in the room with me, so I said no thanks and he sat down with me on the couch. It was starting to scare me how much I needed Harry. I laid in his arms while we waited for the guys to get back from the pharmacy.
“I’m so sorry,” Harry told me, gently. “I’m so sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” I told him.
“I was horrible to you this morning,” he said.
“I wasn’t any better to you,” I replied. “I’m sorry, Harry, I know this week has been rough on you.”
“I know it’s been hard for you, too,” Harry said. “You’ve been so strong for me, Louis, I don’t blame you for needing to take a breather.”
“Everything just built up and hit me at once, you know?” I explained. “But I didn’t mean to be gone so long or worry you.”
“I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner,” Harry choked out.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I’m the one who was too stubborn to ask someone for directions.”
“Can we make a pact to never leave angry again?” Harry asked.
“Yes, please,” I nodded.
Notes
You're all going to hate me again...but I LOVE you guys!!!!I'M SORRY BUT I HAD TO...trust me it's necessary for the development of Larry and for Liam and Zarry too!!
NOW STOP BEING MAD AT ME.
LOVE YOU ALLLLLLLL!
@Sinthiaa
No, it's not hers, it's mine, and I can't get in touch with her or the site admins to get it taken down, grrr haha. Thank you for saying something though :-) *MUAH*
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