Perfectly dysfunctional | | Larry au

Three

Harry walks out of the bathroom with a huge smile on his face. He walks towards me and wraps his arm around my waist. I flinch because I wasn't expecting that. We start to walk down the hallway but I realize that I am also Niall’s assistant and I sort of left him in the bathroom. "Shit." I mumble. I look in the back of me and see Niall walking back to the cafeteria with Zayn. I sigh in relief. Harry was also looking in the same direction I was. He suddenly removes his hands from around my waist.

"Harry are you okay?" I ask him. He shakes his head causing his curls to bounce. I look at him and sigh. "What's wrong?"

"Can I go to the cafeteria?" He pleads. I shake my head no. He gives me a pouty face and puppy dog eyes. I groan trying not give in to it because that's what he wants me to do, and once I do he will try to take advantage of me which is most likely what he does with Niall. If I give him whatever he wants that's certainly not gonna help him with his Hpd it'll probably make it worse and he'll make me his little toy. And that's not gonna happen.

"No means no." I say sternly. He just stands there with his arms folded, his face in a scowl. I frown. "Um aren't you gonna move." I say. He ignores me. "Silent treatment huh?" He nods with a smirk on his face. I shrug and start to walk off with a sly look on my face. I soon feel him following me.

"I thought you weren't gonna move." I tease. His nostrils flare. "Shuddap." He mumbles. He places his hands back on my waist. We start to walk again. For a split second, I feel  his hands on my butt. .

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We walk in Dr. Cowell's room and we see him already conversating with a platinum blonde haired boy with glasses. "So you still like guys?" He asks. The blonde nods while rolling his eyes in annoyance. He looks like a sassy one. Simon acknowledges us and smiles.

"How are you feeling Styles?" Dr. Cowell asks Harry. Harry nods and sits in an empty chair besides the platinum blonde haired boy.

"Dr. Cowell sir, Sorry to interupt your session with um. ." - "@Tyler oakley follow me on twitter." The boy interrupts in a fake enthusiastic voice. Simon glares at him. "What." Tyler says while waving his hands.

"You just met the dude and your already flirting with em." Simon tsks at Tyler who shakes his head.

"Wait a minute, I wasn't flirting with him. I was just introducing myself to him, damn. Just because I'm gay, doesn't mean I'm attracted to every dick I see." He snaps. Simon glares at him again. Harry awkwardly clears his throat and both the boys eyes are on him.

"Are you two done bickering?" He asks impatiently. I casually stand here listening. Simon finally acknowledges me.

"No your not interrupting, I'm actually wrapping up with Tyler." Simon says through gritted teeth. I nod and start to leave. I see Niall in the hallway drawing on the wall, I rush up to him.

"What are you doing?!" I yell snatching the chalk out of his hand. I look on the wall and see a stick figure with a bunch of symbols and 5 tally marks around it. I tilt my head trying to figure out what it means.

"Calum." Niall whispers in a terrified voice. I look at him worriedly. "What about Calum?" I whisper back. He shrieks and scratches me on the wrist. I groan in pain. "What the hell was that for?" I grunt. He runs into his room and slams the door shut. I have one a damn scratch on my wrist and I have a bandage wrapped around my hand. What the hell did I sign up for?

I follow him into the room and see that he's curled up in a ball, his arms wrapped around his knees while rocking back and forth in the corner of the room. I hear him mumble things under his breath. I sigh and walk over to him taking a bag of pills out of my bag.

"Niall take your medication." I say to him. He shakes his head and continues to talk to himself. "Niall please you have to." I yell. He starts to talk to himself louder. I sigh knowing I'll have to do it the hard way. I tackle him and pin him against the wall. He struggles violently and tries to squirm out of my grip. I take a few pills in my hands and force them into his mouth but he bites me.

Really hard.

On my bandaged hand.

Out of instinct, I slap him. But not hard though. Just hard enough for him to rub his cheek. I drag him to Dr. Cowell's office angrily. Surprisingly, he doesn't try break away from my grip. He just stays still allowing me to drag him.

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an; vas happenin guys. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Tyler Oakley is freaking adorable! My queen lol.

~Maya O.o