If they could fly ~ larry

Chapter 8

It was 1 in the noon when Harry woke up. He felt an utter pain shooting through his whole body. It was time for him to take a pain killer. He slowly got up and whinced a few times from the pain, but then reached his cabinet for his painkiller. He swallowed some in, not caring about the fact that he hadn't eaten in more than 18 hours. He didn't even want to.

So he went to the bathroom and toom a quick shower carefully. He got out and dressed into some sweats and a oversized sweater. His curls were wet dripping from his forehead. He checked his phone. He had 4 text messages from Louis, but he chose to ignore him. He went downstairs and felt his ribs hurt. He wasn't going to school for atleast a week or so. He was glab he wouldn't be able to see Stewart or Josh. He sat down at his sofa and turned on his tv.

He flicked through the channels and finally decided to watch FRIENDS. He loved that show. He was about half hour watching the show, when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up groaning.  He opened the door and saw Niall, Louis, Zayn and Liam standing there with pizza.

"Hey Harold!" Niall said enthusiastically. 

"Nialler!" He returned with the same enthusiasm.

"How you doing there buddy?" Liam asked.

"Umm better actually. " he replied. Lying. He felt utterly alone and the pain was just adding on to it.

He turned to face Zayn and to his surprise, he was pulled into a friendly hug. It was different from that of Louis's but it was definitely soothing. Zayn whispere in his ear, "You scared us yesterday. Especially Louis, it was like he might puke his heart out at any moment from terror." And that made him blush. Louis raised an eyebrow at that and couldn't help but feel jealous.
Harry noticed that and couldn't help but wonder why.

It's because you are a fag and he doesn't want his friend being all dirty.

That made him immediately tensed . He pulled awag from Zayn. He asked them to come in they all gladly did.

He was going to the kitchen to grab them something to drink and was stopped by a pair of rough yet soft palms. He knew it was Louis. 

"No hugs for me?" Louis said with a fake offended look.

Harry just pulled Louis in because he couldn't control it. It felt like he was in  heaven. They stayed there for a moment but pulled away when they heard Liam cough awkwardly and saw Niall taking a picture of them. Harry got awkwardly and left for his kitchen.

He came back and saw the lads had settled down. He got them some soda. He then too sat down beside Niall. He whinced from the pain in his ribs and Louis seemed to notice that. He looked away quickly.  All of them were watching some shitty action movie which Harry didn't like at all. He always preferred watching romantic movies. But all the other lads seemed to enjoy it. They were also eating pizza.

Niall saw Zayn take a bite of his own pizza with pineapple on top. He groaned and said, "How can you be the fan of Niall the gun, when you eat shit like that?"

Zayn shot him a death glare. Harry mocked him "Niall the ģun."

Niall faked an offended look and said, "Take that back now. Harold!"

He mocked him again. To which Niall just groaned but then gave in started laughing. His laughter was definitely contagious. So all the lads joined in. They all stayed for another hour or so but ultimately left. Louis hugged Harry once again and it felt like he had his whole world in his arms. He felt so vulnerable yet safe. He had to pull away though. They said there goodbyes.

He went to his room and started to think how his plan on ignoring Louis was failing. He couldn't help but feel sad now. After having such a great time. Probably one of the best days of his life, he felt utterly sad and alone. He sat down in his bed. He tried so hard to block them but they always find a way around.

Worthless fag.

That boy doesn't deserve someone as shitty as you.

You will ruin him.

You will hurt him.

You are a piece of crap.

Harry tried his best to not listen to them but just couldn't do it this time. They were telling him to just quit.

He went to his kitchen to find a knife. He turned on the stove and heated the knife. He then placed the burning knife on his stomach. It sting like hell but he liked the feeling. He knew he deserved the pain. He did it again. He didn't feel that nice. So took the same knife and sliced it through his skin at his forearm and that him smile in pain. He knew he deserved it. The voices told him he did. He did it 2 more time until he finally gave up and laid down on the sofa. He head was throbbing and his ribs were aching and the freshly made cuts were just making it worse. But he deserved it. That's what he knew. That's what the voices said and that's what HER said.

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