"It's like I'm a puppet in some sort of sick, twisted story."
A dare.
A fucking dare.
That's all it took for 13-year-old Harry's life to crumble and shatter into a million pieces. 5 years later, at the age of 18 and a senior in high school, his l...
December 31st, 2008 A year has passed. I'm not the same as I was a year ago. I wish I could travel back in time and fix it all. I wish this never happened. I'm sorry mum, I'm sorry Gem, I'm sorry Li... I'm sorry. -count: 253
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Harry woke up to his alarm with a warmth around his body.
Louis.
Louis' arms were wrapped protectively around Harry. A smile forms on Harry's face as he remembers the boys' presence. Thoughts from the night before were coming back to him. Now he was becoming scared.
what if he sees?
"Lou," Harry whispers in his ear. "Babe, we have school."
He squeezes the younger boy tighter.
"I don't wanna go," he frowns.
"We have to. I've already missed so much."
"Yeah, I have too, but what's one more day?" Louis nuzzles his face down into the crook of Harry's neck.
"As much as I would love to cuddle with you all day, we have to go."
"Fine," he groans.
Louis releases his grip around Harry allowing the boy to slip out from under.
"I need a shower. You coming?" Harry picks up his towel.
"Yeah, I'll be right there."
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Harry's phone vibrates in his jean pocket.
Unknown Number- Bathroom. Now.
Harry raises his hand in the air.
"Yes Mr. Styles?" the teacher pauses her lecture.
"I-I need to use the rest-r-r-restroom," his voice was very small.
"Okay."
Harry bolts out the door and runs at the speed of light to the bathroom. He checks under the stalls for any feet-which there are none-leaving him alone in the washroom. He enters one of the stalls and sits on the toilet seat cover.
Unknown Number- Okay, great. We need to have a little chat.
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Harry hitches his breath, and lightly taps accept.
"Hello?" the boy starts.
"Harry," that well-known voice grunts.
"Cut to the chase."
"Very well. I know about last night with Louis Tomlinson."
"Do you have cameras or something in my room?" Harry spat.
"No. That would be disgusting and creepy."
"Like you aren't already stalking me every second of the day?"
"I am not. He is."
"Who!? Who's he? To be fair I don't even know your name!"
"Back to the situation with Tomlinson."
"Answer the goddamn ques-"
"You can be together."
"Wait..what?" Harry's expression becomes super surprised.
"I said you may be in a relationship."
"But I thought you wanted us to breakup?"
"I did. But I want to make a deal with you, Styles."
"Hell NO!"
"Then I guess you can kiss your precious little Louis goodbye forever-"
"Okay! Okay! Fine," Harry interrupts. "What kind of deal?"
"I need you to run some errands for me and in return we won't lay a hand on Louis."
"Errands? What errands?"
"A package will be dropped off at your house in a few days. I need you to drop it off at it's owner's and receive the money. I'll text you addresses and stuff later and where to leave the money."
"Fine."
"Deal?"
"Deal. Now if you'd excuse me, I've been in the 'bathroom' for 15 minutes and my teachers probably getting concerned."
Harry hangs up before the other line has a chance to respond. He slips himself discreetly back into the class.
