I was walking by the park today, minding my own business, when I spotted you. You were sitting alone, under a tree, deep in thought. I sat down on a bench, behind you, the angle such that I could see you clearly, but you wouldn't be able to spot me. I might have looked like a creep, sitting there and staring at you but it was the first time in long that I had seen you without your new 'gang'. It had been half an hour already when I noticed that your shoulders had started to shake. They kept rising and falling sharply, you were crying. It might be possible for you to see me cry or make me sad but I can't bear to see you like that, so I stood up from there and walked towards you. You would never imagine how much courage it took to do that, but I had to stop you from crying.
When I reached you, you seem to have sensed a presence, so you quickly wiped your eyes but didn't look back. I am pretty sure that you weren't expecting it to be me because when I kneeled down beside you, you seemed shocked. I spoke my first words to you in four months today.
"What happen Hazza, why are you crying?" I asked, but you just looked away and started crying again. I cautiously knee-walked to face you and tried wiping your tears, hoping you would accept the gesture. But what was I even thinking, you won't just go from hating my guts to accepting my comfort within a minute, would you? You slapped my hand away.
"Tell me Hazz-"
"Don't call me that" You nearly yelled and stood up "Get out of my face."
"But I'm just trying to help you, you clearly need comfort."
"Help me? The fag wants to help me? 'm pretty sure you just wanted a reason to get close to me. You're a slut aren't you? Find me alone for a second and you try to approach me."
"What's gotten into you Harry? Why are you talking to me like that."
"Because that's what a stupid, worthless fag like you deserves. Never, I repeat, never try and talk to me again."
"But Harry..." You ran away.
It really hurt that you called me those words but I am not mad at you, only at myself. You were sad and I upset you even more. I just can't stop thinking about what would have made you cry but I made it worse. I am sorry Harry, for making you upset.
The stupid, worthless fag
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FanfictionLouisandHarry, HarryandLouis, two inseparables. Ever since they met, at age 2, they'd been best friends. They knew everything about each other. Harry is confident and charming, Louis is loud and sassy, both good looking teenage boys. Why does everyt...
