Disassociation• Larry stylinson

Three

When Harry woke up that morning things felt heavy.
It was like he was watching a movie, watching the character on screen from a 1st person perspective. He watched the character get up, go to the bathroom, wash his hands, and then finally saw the character in the mirror: himself.

He couldn't feel anything, and he couldn't move his body on his own, it was like it was in auto pilot.

His reflection was a blurry makeup of a stranger he thinks he may have seen a few times before. Like passing a person on the street, but the motion blurring their face never goes away.

He couldn't stand in the mirror long enough to brush his teeth, so he closed his eyes as he did, not forcing himself to see the stranger staring back at him.

He left for school.

-
"Heyy Harry!" Niall said from behind him, as Harry unloaded his back pack into his locker.

Harry wasn't sure if he replied or not, but he assumed he did, as Niall spoke back.

"Well, are you ready for today?" Niall asked, smiling as Harry turned around.

And then he widened his eyes.

"Jesus Harry! You're hairs' a mess!" He whisper shouted, and immediately began to fix it for him.

Harry still couldn't process what was happening.

"And toothpaste on your mouth Harry? Lord child." Niall shook his head, wiping the toothpaste off of his mouth, like a mum.

He took a step back then looked at Harry.

"Alright, picture perfect." He said.

Harry didn't know if he spoke or not during that whole exchange.
-
When harry got into math class, he couldn't focus on the board.

His eyes were permanently glued to the front of the room, and nothing he did could take his focus to the lesson.

He couldn't pick up his pencil to write down the notes the teacher was showing.

He just wanted to snap out of it, have someone flip a switch and pull him out of this trance.

It's never been this bad before.

When the bell rang it took everything in him to get up and walk to lunch.

He got pizza and his hands moved to type in his lunch pin from muscle memory, and he sat down.

"Hey Harry." Louis said from across him. Looks like they were the only two here so far.

"Hey." Harry smiled back.

Louis gleamed.

"Are you excited for tonight?" He asked, blue eyes shining over him like a spot light.

Harry's brows flew together.

"Tonight?" He asked, open ended.

Louis nodded.
"Mini golfing? For liams birthday." Louis said.

Harry immediately fell apart.

"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed, immediately going to his phone and through his "forget-me-not list."

And there it lied.
- liams birthday this week

Harry put his head in his hands.

"Are you alright? It's okay if you forgot. We can get him a present together." Louis suggested.

Harry's heart still felt like it was locked up, and confined.

"I- I don't have any money, Louis." Harry said, not wanting to take advantage of his new friends offer, or money.

He shook his head.
"It's alright, promise. You help me pick it out, that'll be enough." He insisted.

Harry's heart floated to the top of his chest.
Why is he so lovely?

"Okay. Thank you." Harry said, giving him a smile.

Louis nodded, and Liam, Zayn, and Niall joined the table.

"Lads!" Zayn exclaimed, ruffling Harry's hair.

"Aye! I did excellent work on that mop this morning!" Niall said, crossing his arms.

Zayn looked back at Harry's hair , he shrugged.

"Well, might have to have a go at it again." Zayn laughed, sitting down and eating his food.

Niall groaned, walking over, and standing behind Harry to do his hair.

"Why don't ya just yer hair yourself Harry?" He sighed, playfully. They both know he enjoys having a daily task.

Harry sighed.
"Well, then I wouldn't have the pleasure of an Irish lad doing my hair every day." He said.

Niall seemed to like that answer, as he light up like the Fourth of July.

Harry caught Louis' glance from across the table, and instantly flushed red, looking to Liam.

"Well, lima, how's it feel to be 18?" Harry asked.

Liam smiled.
"Cheeky bugger, is that your way of telling me happy birthday." He said, standing up and tackling Harry in a hug.

Niall whined.
"Watch the hair!" He said.

Liam got done squeezing Harry, and pressed a wet kiss to his cheek.

"Liam! Ugh!" Harry complained, grimacing as he wiped the kiss off of his cheek.

Louis looked a little dejected.

"So, Harry, are ya coming wit us to golf?" Niall asked, finally sitting down, and shoveling food into his mouth.

Harry looked to Louis, who had a hopeful little smile on his face, and then back to Niall.

Harry nodded.

The whole table hollered.

"What? Harry? Coming with us? Is the world ending!" Liam shouted, getting up again to tackle Harry.

Harry couldn't help but smile.

-

When Harry was back at his locker, putting his things up in his bag again, zayn came up behind him.

"Hey." Zayn spoke softly.

Harry turned around.

"Hey zayn." Harry spoke.

"Are you sure you're... comfortable with coming tonight? I know Liam was all excited, and, well, we all are. But, are you sure you're okay?" Zayn asked, concern leaking through his voice.

Harry felt a little see through, as if zayn could almost see what was wrong with him.

He didn't like that.

"Yeah no, I'm perfectly fine." Harry smiled.

Zayn studied him, unconvinced.

"Okay.. I'll see you tonight then." He said, waving off and walked away.

That really was close. Harry thought, and composed himself.

And then he went home.