The Ultimate Larry One Shot Collection ✨

Bully

//TW: SELF HARM//

The locker door banged as it shut close, Harry's eyes widening at the sight. He shrieked, jumping away from the locker as if it'd bite. It was after his heart stopped racing that he heard the chuckles. Green eyes met blue as a cold feeling shook Harry. His stomach dropped at the sight of the lead quarterback in front of him. Blue eyes freely roamed Harry's body, the younger one quivering because of the attention. Louis laughed at his reaction, rolling his eyes. "What? Scared? Scared because a locker door shut too loudly? What are you, 9? Grow up H, mommy won't save you here." Louis leered, his voice cold.

Harry stared at the boy in front of him. His roommate. The most popular guy in school. The Perfect one. The guy every girl wanted to be with and every boy wanted to be. The person he loved. The person who hated him. Louis noticed Harry's stare, deciding to torture the younger one more. "Take a picture, it'll last longer. Actually why bother? Just open your precious diary, you'll have an entire album of photos of me just waiting to be seen. And you'll also be able to read your presumptuous assumptions on me. Oh how I loved to read how much you love me. What all I make you feel. Highlight of my day I tell you." Harry's face drained of any color it had. The once flushed cheeks now lacked the red tint, his face looking pale. He gasped, shaking his head, as if not believing what Louis told him. Not believing or not wanting to believe.

He shook his head fiercely before almost shouting, "No! No no no! Please tell me you did not go through my stuff. What the hell, Louis. That was MY diary, you didn't have any right going through it. Just because we share a room does not mean you go through my things without my permission." He wet his lips, trying to keep the tears at bay. He couldn't believe Louis had just done that. His mouth quivered as he tried his hardest not to start crying in the middle of the hallway.

Louis tried not stare at Harry's lips, choosing instead to look at the green eyes in front of him. When he saw Harry struggling to keep the sobs in, his stomach twisted with guilt. Maybe he should not have done that. Was that too muc-

His inner monologue was cut short when Harry spat at Louis' feet. His eyes filled with rage as he whispered, "I hate you. I loved the person I thought you were. But that's not you. You're evil. You're bad. And you strive off of others' pain. I hate this guy." He walked away, finally letting the tears flow down his face.

The older one regretted his actions, eyeing the place his crush was just minutes ago. He wished he could tell Harry how he felt, but he couldn't. He liked girls, he told himself. That's why he did what he did. Treat Harry like that. In the hopes that one day he'll finally mean what he says.

As Louis sulked because of his inability to confess his feelings, the younger one locked himself in his washroom. His green eyes found the razor on the sink. As the blade touched his skin, he finally felt calm. His eyes fluttered shut, his body relaxing against the back of the locked door. Just one more, he told himself, as he felt a sharp sting against his skin. A ragged line joined many other.