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Well I couldn't really wait to write another chapter and I'm home alone for the whole day ): and school starts tomorrow on Harry's birthday )): but I got one comment at least telling me they wanted another Harry chapter but that was the plan anyways so here?
Chapter six
Harry POV
As soon as I felt them restraining me, I was brought back down to earth. The wrong person was standing in front of me, first of all. I saw Louis behind Niall, closing his eyes and holding his arms up to his face to protect himself.
What?
I didn't... Did I?
He opened his eyes slowly, pain and shock in them as he saw the boys protecting him. He looked to my eyes, and I felt my heart stutter at the intensity of the dark blue.
/I need to stop thinking like this. I can't do it. I can't. I know they'll find out./
"I...can't....I need...bye." I stuttered, and feeling the boys' grip on me loosen, I shot back up the stairs. I went into my room and slammed the door. I paced the room.
"Harry, what the fuck are you gonna do about this?!" I cried. "I can't feel like this, I'm not allowed to or they'll find me, they'll finish off what they started, and I..."
I realised the answer to my problems. To stop these feelings, I needed to make myself hated, I had to make him hate me, think I was ugly and unwanted.
Yes, I could do that.
Yes, I had a razor underneath my alarm clock.
Yes, I could do it right now.
I walked around my bed, and found the sharp object.
I sighed at it, watching its colour reflect the light.
That's when I heard the sobbing.
I'd know that voice anywhere. Louis. He was crying. What did I do to him?! I dropped my silver beauty on the floor, and rushed to the top of the stairs. I hid there, watching the scene below.
He sobbed into Niall's shirt, and Niall started to rub his back. As soon as his hand reached Louis' back, he flinched.
"No..." I whispered.
Zayn and Liam shared a look, before Zayn lifted up the back of Louis' shirt.
They all gasped. So did I. It was awful. All along his spine was a blotchy brown and purple bruise. I did that? To such a beautiful person? I couldn't help but think of the way his back muscles twitched and clenched, and the way his tan....fuck, I wanted to ravish him. Him and his goddamn back.
He sat back up, letting his stripy shirt fall back down.
He spoke about me. He was mostly right. He made me think about myself in ways I'd never bothered before. The only thing he was wrong about was the part when he said I didn't care about him. Because I did. I just wasn't allowed to show it, or say it, or think it really. I act on my thoughts. So if I don't think it, I don't do it. Which is why I had to get rid of these thoughts.
He started talking about his former best friend, Hannah or something. I wondered what this had to do with anything. I soon found out.
"You see, I'm gay."
My eyes widened so far it hurt. What?! He was gay?! I mean, I had an inkling but he was actually saying it?! I... I had a chance. Maybe he could...like me.
