My Escape || Larry Stylinson

Everybody Hurts

Song: Everybody Hurts by Avril Lavigne

The song doesn't exactly fit the chapter but OH WHALE

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Louis' Pov:

I woke up to a bunch of rustling.  I slowly raised my body up by the help of my arms to see Harry heading to the doorway.

"What the fuck?" I rubbed my eyes and yawned.

"Oh, hi," Harry smiled.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Oh, well...I was just checking on you. I wanted to see if you were awake and wanted to get breakfast, or basically lunch," he explained.

"Oh...What do you mean by 'lunch'?" I began to stretch.

"Well it's about 11:30.  Do you want to get lunch?" He smiled.

"Uh, sure," I lazily said.

"Awesome!" He exclaimed a bit too excitedly, "See you downstairs in a few minutes!"

"Yeah..." I watched him leave and I finally got up, stumbling a bit.

I started to walk to my unpacked bag and got out my bathroom utensils when I immediately stopped, eyes opened widely.

"Oh...fuck!" I whispered yelled.

I just agreed to eat. Eat. Something I can't do without throwing up by just the smell of it.  Great.  I just ruined everything, like I do everyday.

I sighed and got ready to be prepared for a hell of a lunch.

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Harry's Pov:

"You came!" I smiled.

"Of course," he tried to be enthused, but it was slightly obvious to me that he didn't want to be here whatsoever.

"Um, let's get some food. They are serving chicken and chile, and there is a salad bar over to the right," I pointed out.

"Um....I am allergic to gluten," he looked nervous.

I raised my eyebrows, "What? You can't be. They did a check on what you can and can't have or eat....,"

"Well looks like they can't check correctly. I should talk to them about it. Pretty stupid," he looked away.

"Louis, are you ok-"

"I am pretty sure I know what I can and can't eat," he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

I got my food as he wandered behind me.

"Do you want any veget-"

"Oh most definitely not."

"Louis you have to eat something."

"It's fine if I don't go without a meal. A person can live quite a while without food, and I am nowhere near death If I don't eat one meal," he reassured me. Or tried.

"Please get something. Pleasssssseeeeeeee??? For me?" I was hoping he'd say yes for me...

"Ugh, fine," he grumbled.

We went to sit down at one of tables without people, and we found the perfect one.  We set down our trays and I began to eat, but Louis just stared down at his food like it had eyes and a mouth and began to talk.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Y-yeah," he gulped.

I shrugged it off and began to eat the food, silently choking on the food.  I feel so bad for the people here who have to eat this junk.

"Ya know...I am not really that hungry right now. I feel pretty sick," he mentioned.

"Louis..." I looked at him with soft eyes, "do you wanna come to my office?" I tried to get him to do it.

"No..." he said, which caused my heart to sink down, "but I will anyways," which made my heart rise back up.

"Come on," I said and threw away the food of both of us.

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Louis' Pov:

"So what's going on?" Harry tried to read my thoughts through my eyes, but I didn't let him. I looked away.

"Okay....do you wanna talk about how you got here?" He suggested.

"My friend made me," I whispered on accident.

"Why?"

I tried to speak, but the lump in my throat blocked any words to come out.  But, of course, the tears started to come out.

I looked down and was going to let a tear fall on the chair, when I felt a large finger catch it. I looked up and saw Harry.

"You don't have to tell me today. It's okay. I understand you are going through a lot, but remember everything happens for a reason. No matter what, it'll be alright. I am here for you no matter what," he spoke softly.

I nodded.

"Do you want to tell me why you won't eat? Can you tell me?" He asked.

"I-I haven't eaten for awhile..." I choked out.

"For how long?"

"About three weeks," I looked down again.

"Louis....Why don't you eat?"

"Tia..." I said, barely a whisper.  He heard it though.

"Who is Tia? If you can tell me..." he questioned.  I turned my head and refused to speak. By this time, multiple tears were falling down.

Harry got up and returned to his desk.

"You don't have to say anymore. Not today, at least. Thank you for speaking. Is there anything you want to talk about specifically?"

I shook my head and he came over to hug me.  Honestly, him hugging me was awkward, but really comforting. I didn't want it to end, which made me really suspicious with what was going on.

"So, there are these things that happens everyday where the patients have to participate in, in order to leave. Everyday there is a different schedule. I will give it to you. But by how many times you participate and how your attitude is, you increase or lower levels. When you get here, you are at level RED - the bottom level. Then there is YELLOW, and GREEN - the best and when you get to leave," he explained to me.

I just nodded and grabbed the paper he handed out to me.

"So Louis, before you leave, please try to eat," Harry basically pleaded me.

"I-I can't," I stammered as I got up.

"Why not?" He seemed disappointed.

Of course I disappoint someone. I am just that messed up.  I ruin everyone and everything. 

"Because I am too accustomed to it. If I eat, I'll just throw it up. It's normal for me," I shrug.

"But Louis, it's not normal."

"Well, I am not normal. I am a fucking mistake."

"Don't say that. You will never be a mistake. You were put here for a reason. Please stay strong. I'll be in here if you need anything," Harry half smiled at me.

My mouth twitched for a second, almost going into a real smile, but I pushed it back down. There's no use in even trying if it's not going to work.

I left his room and went to mine.  And I thought.

Does Harry like me like that? I mean, it's just awkward. I am in fact straight. Hell would I ever like a guy. That's just weird. But he keeps looking at me in that way and smiles and has such energy that can bring happiness to even the saddest of people.

What did I just think? I am not, in any possible way, hitting on a dude.  That's disgusting.  And I still have feelings for Tia.

I started to internally battle about this, but eventually just shrugged it off and closed my eyes to take a long nap.