I waited in front of the window. His mom pulled up in the driveway. He jumped out of the car and ran to the front door.
I ran to the frontdoor myself and opened it.
The tiny boy flew into my arms. He sobbed in my chest. "L-Loulou." He squeaked.
"What happened Baby?" I asked franticly. He just cried in my chest.
"I-I-I s-stupid fag. I-I-I moron." Harry hiccuped.
"Who said that? Was it James?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"N-no, he-e on toilet." He cried some more.
"Tomorrow I'll go to your teacher alright?" I took him to my room and we laid there, on my bed, he on my chest, me carressing his hair.
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On The Toilet ~ L.S
FanfictionJust a reminder that one daily use of one object can bring you closer to the one you've always loved. ~ Sisitralali2003
