Tracking that hybrid. (Larry Stylinson- hybrid)

It's an average Thursday afternoon, which of course means all the students are itching to get out of class. Anticipation is high and the focus on time is prominent.
In English class the teacher mutters on about Shakespeare which for most people is a boring subject. But for 16 year old Harry Styles, it's the best subject ever.
Harry, taps his pencil on the side of his book. Placing it and replacing it on the spine thinking that the action will somehow bring more ideas into his head. He chews his bottom lip tightly, swiftly glazing his tongue over the rugged skin.
Writing a monologue for Romeo isn't exactly the easiest thing to do.

The teacher gazes over to Harry and notices his uneasy movements. She sighs before walking over, heads of students slightly moving in her direction.
Harry looks up at the newly arrived shadow casted on his desk, his eyes meet with the teachers and he can already feel twenty eyes on him.
"Mr Styles." The teacher begins, leaning over ever so slightly. "What did I tell you about getting so stressed over these kind of assignments?" She asks. Harry lowers his head and feels himself heat up over embarrassment.
Why do all the teachers have to treat him differently because he has cancer? It's no biggie and he's having chemotherapy.
"S-sorry miss." Harry stutters. The teacher nods yet is still not fully confidant with Harry's behaviour and dedication. As she walks back to the front Harry feels a tap on his head, turning around he sees the people in the back row throwing paper balls at him.
He unfolds one and it has scattered words across it. Such words as 'fag', 'Stupid', 'Gay' ect.
Harry throws it back on to the floor before resting on his arm, to Harry this is a part of school. A schedule if you like.

Ever since he came out as gay and then got cancer a few months after, Times got tough. He's tried making friends or in the very least fit in, but when it comes to society these days, people talk shit and treat less fortunate people like shit.
Up until Harry came out he was very popular and loved. But that all got flushed down the drain to Davy Jones' locker.
Why can't life just be simple again?
Why can't Harry just have a friend?

The answer to these are, that the world is a prison and if your slightly different to everyone else your treated like scum.
And that's what Harry feels like he is. Scum.


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"Mum." Harry calls throughout the house as he walks through the front door. His ears slightly twitch at the sound of shuffling.
His mother, Anne, crawls along the floor with a bottle of beer in hand. Harry sighs at his intoxicated mother before helping her up on to the sofa.
"Oh Harry dear, stop being so gay and let loose!" Anne slurrs waving her hands around. Harry shakes his head in a smile and carefully takes the alcohol away from his mother's grasp.
"Have a rest mum, I'm going out for a walk." Harry explains, tucking a blanket over Anne's out cold body.
He picks up some keys and heads out. Shutting the door with precision and ease.


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As Harry walks threw the woods he takes in all his surroundings. Up in the trees birds sing and call to each other, almost a full melody is made with the combining sound of woodpeckers and nightingale's.
The woods are the only place that Harry can relax and enjoy his own company, away from bullies and misunderstanding people.

A shiny glint catches Harry's eyes and he turns towards the light, where he's met with a train track. The shine radiation from it is so dominant and the screws look clean out the bag.
Must be new and the reason why Harry couldn't walk his usual way because of construction.

As he takes a closer look something shifts past the corner of his eye. Harry quickly shoots round and spots a boy with ears and a tail.
The boy -who looks about Harry's age- stands frozen for a literal second, giving Harry just enough time to depict his brown feathered hair and bright blue eyes before the boy goes limping/rushing into the bushes.

Harry stays confused and dazed at the peculiar sight that just aroused before him. How can a human have ears and a cat like tail?
Maybe he will have to ask the teachers in school about this?

Notes

So let me know what you think so far?

Its not a hard core larry fic, more a friendship story. But there will be relationships just more friendship.

:p