Shield (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 1

Once onto the court, one of the other boys brought back a basketball , twirling it in his hands.

"you see Harry, we like to play a game called 'torture the new kid'" said the beefy one, grinning from ear to ear evily.

Poor Harry was clearly unfamiliar with the word 'torture' but responded with a sharp nod. Before he could even ask how to play, the boy with the basketball through it roughly into Harry's chest, making him yelp in pain, and fall backwards. all three boys laughed and teased and Harry clutched his chest in pain. Harry was pretty scrawny and tiny and young with no fighting experience or ever learned how to defend himself since most of his fights at his old school were more verbal instead of physical and they were easier to ignore. Harry still lay on the ground, as one of the other boys took the basketball and beamed it at Harry's head HARD. Tears trickled down his face as he felt a throbbing pain in his temple and screamed "STOP! PLEASE!"

Nobody came to help Harry. No one even seemed to be there anymore. The three boys through the basketball elsewhere and just started punching and kicking Harry. He kept screaming for someone but was only silenced when a huge ,fat fist made contact with his jaw. He was crying uncontrollably now and wanted this to stop so bad. He ached everywhere so much, he didn't realized the boys had stopped. Harry peeked from behind his fingers to see them tear something out of Harry's bag. they pulled out something big and furry. Harry gasped when he realized what it was.

"Your such a little baby! Who brings there teddy bear with them to the FIRST GRADE? I bet you only brought it cause your MUMMY couldn't be here! Your just a pile or rubbish aren't you? yah that's what you are. Well guess what ? say goodbye to your teddy bear Harry."

Blinking away more tears, Harry saw the same fat fist that punched him, grip the top of Boo's head, and the other one , on one of its legs. With his face screwed up in concentration , he tugged, and Boo's head ripped straight off the body, leaving little bits of white cotton fluff on the ground, and hanging from the head of the bear. For most kids, a head of your favorite stuffed bear coming off, they would have cried for a while, gotten ice cream , and gotten over it. But for Harry, seeing that, was like someone decapitating his friend. His ONLY friend.

Harry suddenly forgot about the pains and aches and now felt more lonely than before, letting out a wail, and crying even more. Tears streamed down like waterfalls on each side of his red, wet face. He laid there crying and crying as the boys through the two pieces of the bear across the court and left, laughing hysterically and mocking Harry. He felt helpless and like he was now the only person on this world, desperate for someone. Anyone. Nobody understood him or his feelings. Nobody would care that he would grow up without someone to help him through problems or when he needed a favour. He would always be the "freak" that needed his mummy cause that's all he had but even she wouldn't completely understand and even is she did she couldn't get him friends. 'I am a load of rubbish' he thought. 'Im so weak, nobody will ever accept me'.

Harry still laid there on the ground, still unnoticed by anyone for at least ten minutes. right now he didn't WANT to be noticed by anyone. He was afraid they would just laugh at him like expected.

Suddenly Harry noticed feet coming towards him slowly. From the angle he was laying at, he could see small, white TOMS and two tan legs. The feet stopped right in front of his face but Harry didn't even bother to look up. Then he felt a stubby finger poke his shoulder. He winced and concluded the boy was trying to get his attention. He looked up to see a boy looking down on him with ocean blue eyes full of sympathy, and messy brown hair. He was wearing a orange and white stripped shirt with khaki shorts.

"Are you ok?"

Harry just stared at him in shock. His voice was a little high pitched but concerned. He didn't know what to say. He sat up a bit and rubbed his red, puffy eyes almost as if he just woke up in the morning. from a nightmare of course. Still waiting for an answer the boy said

"what's a matter? can't ya speak? Don't ya have a voice?" he asked with curiosity.

Harry nodded

"yah I can speak".

when he spoke it wasn't his voice that came out. It was dry and it cracked a bit plus it was very shaky.

The boy smiled at his response none the less and said "Hi! I'm Louis. Nice to meet ya!"

Without warning Louis grabbed Harry's hand shook it vigorously. When Harry pulled back he noticed the brand new cuts and scrapes on his hands and knees and other places. Harry stood up too fast and regretted it, feeling to dizzy. He was about to fall back down when Louis caught him with only one hand and helped him back up.

"Ok so I'm guessing you're NOT ok and you have boo-boo's on you. did you know? how come I've never seen you before? Is this yours?"

Harry was about to try and answer all of his questions when Louis pulled out something from behind his back, and got a glimpse of two, brown and fury pieces. He recognized them immediately and grabbed the bears head and body from Louis and held them tight.

"Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

Harry babbled. Louis smiled at Harry's reaction.

"No problem! Say, what's your name again?"

Harry stopped jumping with excitement for a only a moment to say ," my names Harry".

"Are you new here?"

"yah I just moved from Cheshire".

"What grade you in?"

"First."

"Your only one grade below me!"

There conversation was interrupted by the bell, signaling them to come back inside from recess. While Harry quickly stuffed Boo's pieces into his bag, Louis spotted a teacher outside with a kindergarteners and asked if he could take Harry to the nurse. When she asked what happened, Harry causally lied and said he fell. She waved them off and Louis couldn't help but notice Harry limping a bit. Trying to help, he put Harry's arm onto his shoulder, and they both made their way to the nurse's office.