Flaws [l.s.]

Ch 2

TW// S.H.
-PREVIOUSLY-

He smirked.

That's all,

and then walked off.

-

It was the next morning and the head of all departments sent a text out saying their internet was down in the main halls, therefore we had a day off. I was glad because of last nights events, I could barely sleep. It's not that I wanted him to fight for it, only because i'm not gay. Or am I? No shut up i'm very straight.. girls turn me on. Or do they? Oh my fucking god.

I decided to not get caught up in my stupid thoughts so I headed to my closet and picked a suit of clothes out. I wandered towards the bathroom and quietly shut the door thinking my flat mate was still asleep. I took my sleep shorts off and glanced at the red and white scars on my thighs. I hated that the way I coped was making myself bleed.

I try to seem like i'm okay all the time, I hold my head high and keep a smile on my face. Although people do get under my skin, I try my hardest to hide it. Resulting in emotions being built up and me self harming.

I dragged my finger tips over the soft scars, but not over the new ones that were slightly irritated. They brought back so many memories I tried to forget, but as much as I wanted to I just couldn't. I hated myself for that, I hate that I use this fake persona to hide all my flaws. I'll admit them to myself but not to anyone else.

If I act like im perfect, no one will ever suspect anything. No matter how broken I am, it's not like anyone would care anways. I stopped looking at the multiple scars and opened the shower curtain. As soon as I turned it on someone slammed the door open. It was my room mate.

"Move move move!!! I'm about to piss my pants!" He yelled slightly shoving my almost fully bare body out of the way. I automatically rushed for a towel but I had left mine at my house.

Damn it!

"Do you mind um, fetching me a towel.. erm?"

"It's Louis, and sure pretty boy." The words poured out his mouth as he zipped up his pants. "Give me a moment."

LOUIS POV

I walked out of the bathroom to get the lost boy a towel. I found a light blue one in the corner of my closet and proceeded into the bathroom again, but before I was fully in it I saw bright red lines on the boys thighs resting below his brief lines. I tried to move my body into a different position so I could get a better look. I ended up seeing multiple white scars along with them.

Does he hurt himself? I thought to myself.

"It would be great if you could hurry! I still haven't had a shower yet and I have to gather the rest of my stuff at home." He said as he pulled his shirt off.

I would be LIEING if I said I wouldn't take him right then. His plump pink lips look like they'd taste amazing, the curls in his hair give me goosebumps, His long, long legs would look perfect wrapped around my hips. STOP LOUIS YOU'RE GONNA GET A HARD ON. I scolded myself in my head.

After daydreaming I set the towel on the bathroom counter and put my hands on his hips.

HARRY POV

I instantly felt a pair of big hands on my hips, my heart fell to the floor and I got so flustered. I could feel my face slowly turning red. I wanted to take them off until I remember my scars and pulled my shirt down past them. Louis stopped me from pulling my shirt down and softly rubbed his hands over them pulling his face towards my left ear.