"WAKE UP TWIT IT'S A NEW DAY AND YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF YOUR DISGHUSTING BED AND...."
"SHUT UP! I'M AWAKE!" I screamed back to Harry and to my surprise he got quiet. I sat up in my bed and yawned. What was that? That ringing sound? Shit. It hasn't faded yet.
I looked at the clock. 10 Am. Three hours of sleep. Sounds like a good day. Not.
I got dressed and went down to the kitchen while I tried to ignore the howl. Why was I in the kitchen? Breakfast? Nah, I'm seriously not hungry. Not at all actually. Why wasn't I hungry? I'm usually starving when I wake up. But the thought of eating made me feel sick. Maybe I'll eat something later...or not. I turned around and bumped into something. Or rather someone. Harry. I looked up and met his green, cold eyes.
"Look where you're going twat." he hissed.
"Sorry." I said, but I didn't sound sorry. The ringing in my ears grown once again and a headache started to form.
"Aren't you eating any breakfast?" Harry asked in a different, nicer tune.
"Maybe later, I'm not hungry." I murmured while I tried to pass him, but he stopped me.
"But you're always hungry in the morning Lou." Lou. He used my nickname. I froze and felt the tears burn in my eyes. Oh, how I missed our old conversations.
"Good morning Lou." Harry's happy voice ringed in my ears while I sat up in the bed. -His bed.
"Morning Haz." I answered in the same tune and yawned.
"I made you some breakfast." Harry said and gave me a plate with eggs and bacon.
"Oh you didn't have to!" I said and Harry smiled at me.
"But I wanted to."
I closed my eyes and tried to block out the memory. From that day Harry always made me breakfast and we always slept in the same bed. Not doing anything, just enjoying each other’s company and cuddled.
"Things change." I answered Harry before I went up to my room. Why did he care if I didn't eat anything? He didn't care about me. I'm worthless, stupid, gay and a disappointing to this world. Why was I such a unnecessary person? Why was I not important and amazing. Why was I a bad person?
All I want to be is everything I'm not. I suck, I can't do anything right. I'm gay. I'm stupid. I hear a ringing sound that only exist in my head. I'm ugly. I'm boring and the list goes on... Why couldn't I be more like Harry?
I miss him so much. My Hazza! Where did he go? Why aren't he here and tells me that everything will be alright? Why isn't he here so I can tell him about the annoying ringing that fills my head? Why? What had I done to lose him? Why couldn't he come back?
Why was I alone with a whole bunch of problems?
