The Lost Boy [ A Larry Stylinson/Peter Pan AU ]

The school was much nicer then I had been expecting, considering the part of town it was near.
It was an extravagant building, stood two stories high, and had alot of people learning, and, teaching there. My uniform though wasn't as magnificent as the building though. It was a white dress shirt with a scratchy blue blazer that had the school's name, and symbol on it.
The pants were no better. They were twead pants that were the ugliest brown I had ever seen, and the polished black shoes squeaked when I walked. I also had to wear my hair slicked back for that was part of the code of conduct.
Closed toe shoes, not hair in your face, gum is forbidden, do your work, yada yada. The morning I had taken off for my first day Rosie showered me with compliments on how handsome I looked, but I felt like some rich snob from the eighteen hundreds.
Why couldn't I got to prep school in my normal attire, and wear my hair down? What was the point of wearing a uniform? Was it another way to draw money from the parents pockets? A way to control the students? Show school pride?
It just made no sense.
In my old school we could chew anything we wanted, wear ripped jeans if we desired, and wear our hair down.
On my way out the door to walk to the school, Corrin had stopped me, and warned me if I got my shoes dirty he'd whip me in the cellar. Petrified at the thought I had spent nearly half my walk avoiding puddles, mud, dirt, animal feces, etc.
By the time I was walking down the gravel path near the destruction zone I had decided to just peel off my shoes, and socks and carry them; for the anxiety of not being aloud to walk where I pleased was taking me to a new level of stress I did not need.
I do admit though I greatly enjoyed the leg of the walk where I could check out the destroyed side of town, even though the gravel hurt my feet a great deal. I wasn't sure why, but something about the destruction sight drew out my interest, and I wanted to know more about it.
Like what kind of people lived there? Were there prep school's? How many people survived? Did anyone make a miraculous rescue? The questions of the history of the place made my head spin.
Soon, with in a good fourty minutes I was walking into the front office of the school, as I pulled on my shoes, to inquire where I was suppose to go, because I didn't remember.
Luckily the lady was kind, and gave me a guide to show me briefly around the flawless school, the cleanest I had ever seen, before bringing me to my class five minutes before the bell.
My teacher, Mrs. Hanks, was a very- intimidating figure of a woman. She stood at least six foot tall, had jet black hair tied into a tight bun, and was wearing an a grey woman's suit that showed off her slender figure.
I already could tell by the way her brown eyes drifted over me she wasn't one of those nice teachers who gave out candy on the weekends. I swear I almost cowered behind the guide, but he left me alone in the room before I got the chance.
The class had also grown quiet, all of them bearing down on me with eyes that made me feel like I had intruded on something.
No one looked friendly, especially Nathan who I reconized immediately, for he was sitting in the front, and wearing the same exact expression he had yesterday when he had addressed me.
The teacher spared no expense in embarassing me, for she made me stand up in front of the class, so I could give my full name, and ten facts about myself. I made sure to leave out the one's about my current family situation.
I then was sent to sit in the back where I had some difficulty seeing, because it was so far away from the board. Luckily though the curriculum was in the same place I had left off, so I wasn't helplessly confused.
Now, in the present hour, I was sitting outside by myself while I tore bits off the tuna sandwhich Rosie made me.
During the class no one made any attempt to talk to me, and made little to no eye contact. It was as if I was invisible there to. Everyone seemed to be in a cliche as they crowded around the tables outside, girls mostly sitting with girls, and boy mostly sitting with boys.
"So your the new kid?" A soft voice said, and I looked up to see a short girl lingering above me. I would be lying if I said she wasn't cute. She had freckles, bright blue eyes, and red hair that curled down to her waist.
She reminded me of Pippi Longstocking with out the braids.
''Yes, I guess the welcoming community didn't hear about me yet." I said, smiling slightly at my joke, but she merely shrugged and sat down next to me. Perhaps I'd make a friend after all.
"If you haven't gone here since kindergarden it's exceptionally hard to break into the cliches, even if you have gone here since then it's hard. To much competition." She informed, spooning some soup out of the can she was holding into her mouth.
"I take you don't like it here much?" I asked, and she nodded quickly. "Not at all. I despise this blasted school, and these hideous clothes." She shivered, making me laugh as I repositioned myself so I could look at her.
"They are quite unappealing. I prefer jeans." I informed, and she nodded in agreement. "True." She then gave me the look over everyone else seemed to be giving me upon our first meeting. Only her's held more approval which settled the food in my system.
"So your Fay, and Corrin's new kid?" She asked, and I nodded not bothering to ask her how she knew. "Yes, their um- okay I guess." I shrugged, unable to find a good word for it, and she nodded. "No one likes them. That might be why your going to have trouble fitting in." She informed, and I felt my heart drop into my stomach.
These teens couldn't possibly believe I was like Fay and Corrin! Wasn't it obvious by how shy, and clumbsy I was that I wasn't even remotely like them? It actually made me loose my appetite to think they both had such a strong effect on people it made them instantly not like me with out giving me a chance.
"Really?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. "Yes, but I like you. Your cute." She said, offering me a toothy grin, and I felt myself relax a bit. "Your not to bad looking yourself." I admitted, making her giggle.
"Thanks! Your a sweetheart." She said, then rising to her feet. "Well I have to go now, nice meeting you Harry." She said, then walking back over to the crowded area where everyone was sitting. When she left I wasn't sure if I should feel disappointed or happy.
I mean, I did make a new friend didn't I?
She was pretty to might I add.
Sighing softly I then began to work on my sandwhich once more. For the rest of the lunch period I was alone, having no one else make any attempt to talk to me, not even when we went inside.
The red head did offer me a smile though when we passed each other in the classroom, because I was sitting near the pencil sharpener, but she made no attempt to have a short conversation. At that I felt an ache grow for my old friends.
My old friends would've done anything for an excuse to talk to me, and would've saved me a seat at the lunch table. Here it seemed as if I couldn't be excepted by anyone, but Rosie.
I did do good academically though, once I caught onto the work I breezed through it faster then anyone else in the class. I had always been smart, and I used that to my up most advantage.
During the class though, and lunch if I saw things right, Nathan did shoot me a few nasty looks before saying something to his friends, so I got the impression we weren't going to be buddies anytime soon.
Finally the hellish day was over by the ring of the bell, and I was free to go with everyone else. I was looking forward to walking home by myself, and relaxing before I had to go into the realm of my disgraceful Aunt, and Uncle.
I wasn't even off the bottom steps though for a full minute until I met with trouble, trouble that bore the name Nathan.
"Hey Harry, where you going?" He asked in a taunting tone as him and his friends surrounded me when I walked off the last step of the school's front steps.
Great.
Just what I needed.
As if I didn't already have enough heartbreak, and stress.
"Home, I'm expected there." I said quietly, keeping my annoyance, and paranoia to myself as I tried to step past them, but one of his goons pushed me back which almost made me drop my books.
"I'm sorry twat did I give you permission to walk away?" Nathan asked, and I felt an icy glaze sweep over me. I knew he was going to cause me trouble eventually, I just wished I had been more wary of that small thought.
"I don't need your permission Nathan." I said, my tone a bit more firm as I tried to walk away on the left side, but was pushed back again. ''Did you just hear that tone he used with you Nathan?" One of his goons asked, and the raven haired lad gave me a nasty smirk.
"I did, I do believe we need to teach him who the boss of this school is." He said, cracking his knuckles, and immediately I did the first thing that came to mind.
I grabbed my bag by the straps, and hit him in the face as hard as I could before bolting.
I wasn't one for hitting people, but I wasn't going to go home all beat up on my first day, and I had panicked.
Once Nathan and his friends had recovered from the shock of me hitting him, they all ran after me, gaining speed with in a matter moments. Feeling my fear of getting beat up increase, I swurved right in persuit of the gravel path.
Even though I knew my brewing idea was a bad one, it was the only one I had.
I was going to hide in the destruction zone.
"Better stop now Styles!"
"Stop running like a baby!"
"Your going to get it!"
I heard a chorus of voices yell behind me, but that only made me increase my speed. By the time I was approaching the destruction zone I was panting hard, the occasional wheeze leaving my lips because I had minor asthma.
They were close, all five of them, and they were all big guys who (judging by how they were breaking a sweat) were quite strong. Once I got close enough I darted off the path, and ran head first into the miles of debris, nearly tripping when I first entered the ghost sight.
For a moment I had been convinced Nathan, and his friend were going to stop dead short, but I was wrong because Nathan urdged his idiots to go after me.
Feeling the stress of my dilemma increasing, I made my ways for one of the buildings, tripping over the debris beneath my feet along the way which made my hands bleed, and pants tear at the knee's.
"Get your bloody arse over here, and make it easier on all of us!" One of the goons shouted, a couple of them tripping themselves, but I paid no head to them as I stumbled on, going deeper, and deeper into the pit of bomb destruction.
I couldn't even take the time to mark where I was going, or examine the area, because I was in such fright.
Finally though I had taken a wrong turn, just as everyone did in the movies, and I was cornered with in moments around the crumbling walls of the houses.
"It's about time you stopped.'' Nathan panted, him, and his friend gather around me in a circular formation.
I should've just let them beat me up at the school, because now I could tell it was going to be far worse judging by the brick in the hand of one of the guys. "What did I do wrong?" I squeaked, feeling my throat close up at the thought of being beaten with the squared rock.
I think I was going to be sick. "Nothing really, we just don't like you." Nathan said slowly, all of them stepping towards me, and I stumbled back. "Please! Just leave me alone! I'm sorry for hitting you!" I appoligized quickly, even though I was far from sorry.
"Aww lads, he's scared." One of the taller guys teased, and they all laughed. It seemed as if the only way I was going to get out of this mess was by fighting, but if that guy that had grabbed the brick decided to strike me I'd be out of luck.
"I don't want to fight you guys." I said, a plead in my tone as I stepped backwards to put more distance between us.
"To late sweetheart, you should've held your tongue at school." Nathan said, and for the third time that day I made an attempt to bolt, but one of his guys pushed me back into the wall.
What happened next I must say was a shocking in experiance that should've killed me, but it didn't. Instead of hitting the wall, I went right through it with a scream as my body tumbled into absolute darkness, the stuff in my backpack breaking with loud crunches as I did so.
By the time I had stopped falling my clothes were completely destroyed, and I was postive every pencil had broken in my backpack. "Shit! You idiot!" I heard Nathan shout from up above where there was a beam of light that had dust particles floating in it.
"I didn't know it was going to break!" The guy who pushed me shouted back. "Guys maybe we should go help him, he might be hurt." But instead of listening to whoever had said that, Nathan laughed.
"No way, we need to split now. If he's dead I'm not being held accountable." And with that the five of them disappeared. Maybe at that moment I should've yelled for help, but I was still scared they were going to beat me when they pulled me out, so I held my tongue.
Also my throat was clogged with dust, and emotion.
I laid there for a moment, small pieces of the wall and roof laying on me as I breath deeply in the dark air. I had landed on something soft, something plush.
Yet I couldn't see it.
Taking a long shakey breath I slowly sat up, the broken pieces of the wall falling off me as I began to move my limbs to see if I had broken anything. Other then some ugly scratches, and dark bruises I was miraculously fine.
Sucking in another raspy breath, I began to brush myself off as I slowly scrambled to my trembling legs. My whole body was shaking violently. I could still feel my head spinning from the short fall which had seemed to be longer.
Coughing a bit to clear my throat, and lungs I took a look around in the dark room I had fallen into. It was very old, and very dusty. The air was choked with it, and the place creaked with every move I made.
Once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I saw it was easy to make out some items in the room, and I discovered it to be a bedroom. I also discovered my fall had been broken by a mattress that was on a metal bedframe with jaggered edges.
If the mattress hadn't been here I would've been impaled. Shivering at the thought I stepped off it, and onto the cracked ground. This bedroom must've been on the bottom floor, that was probably why the ground was stable.
Making sure to keep my breaths steady in the thin air, I slowly began to move around, putting my hands in front of me to avoid bumping into something that could harm or put an end to me. There wasn't much to see in the room though, it was dark, and it was cold.
There was a broken mirror on the ground, the damaged bed in the corner, and a desk that was turned over.
I wonder what kind of family lived here? Coughing more from the dust and mold in the air, I put my sleeve over my mouth to protect myself and began to move around even more so.
Then I noticed something very interesting.
Off to the side there was a wardrobe nearly hidden in a cloak of darkness. Finding this discovery rather interesting, I moved closer to check it out. Miraculously the piece of furniture was unharmed like the rest of the room, it only had a few scratches.
If someone had hidden in there they would've lived. Biting my lip harshly at the thought, I reached forehead and gripped one it's handles before pulling softly, but it merely groaned in response, because it was locked.
If the house was merely abandoned I probably would've looked for the key, but I saw no point in that so I tried to find another way to open it.
Running my hands over it, I then stood up on my tipy toes to see if there was anything on top, but my fingertips paused when they brushed over a letter just above the doors. It was covered in dust so it was difficult to see what it was, but by the feel of it I could tell it was a 'W'.
Feeling curious now I began to rub the letters off, looking at them carefully.
Soon, with in a minute, I had rubbed off all the dust and could just see the letters of some kind of name in the dim light from the hall I had made dropping in.
Squinting my eyes I allowed them to scan over the letters multiple times before I processed them, and my whole body literally stopped as my heart got in my throat, and my face became a pasty pale.
The name was Wendy Moira Angela Darling.

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