Baby, We're Fireproof

Chapter 18

Harry's Pov

It has been some time since I went to school.

4 days to be exact.

I felt ill. Though I don't actually know if I really was sick or my mind just made me feel so.

Niall always made sure I could catch up on the schoolwork I missed and helped me do the homework assignments. But clearly he could only help me in the classes we shared so I had to try and do the remaining myself.

Like right now. I'm sitting at my desk, writing something about US history and being more interested in the grey shadow that follows my hand with every move, than the actual assignment.

The clock strikes 11:30 and I finally give up and go into the bathroom to take a shower.

The mirrors are all fogged up from the steam when I'm done and I try to wipe a little area clear with my hands as good as I can, but it fogs up again, no matter how often I try.

Eventually I just leave it be and move on to brushing my teeth. I turn the handle of the faucet to the right and wait until the water runs cold so I can wet the bristles and put the toothpaste on.

The mirrors are free from the steam as I finish and I look at myself. My hair grew pretty long over the past few months. I like it, I think. But  maybe I should still cut it.

I grab a strand of hair with my fingers and see where it would be a good point to cut. Once I get a few centimetres in I open the draw and grab a pair of scissors out and hold it up to the cutting point.

I let out a deep breath before making the cut, feeling the hair brush down my face. I take another piece of hair before doing another cut.

I continue doing that to my whole head until it's shorter. I think I did a pretty good job at cutting it but I still don't like it. I hate it to be honest.

I've always loved having long hair, but others don't like it on me. So to spare myself anymore snide comments and shoves in school I had to do it. I just had to.

I look up at my ceiling to hold back the tears I can feel brimming in my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel like that's all I do these days, try not to cry.

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It's been a week now and I still haven't given to school again. I still feel so sick, my stomach's sore and throat hurts. Plus the pounding headache no matter how many ibuprofens I take.

I'm laying in bed one morning when mum comes into my room.

"Hey love, sorry I've gotta go to a meeting that your dad set up. I'll be home late tonight okay?"

I sigh. "Okay, bye mum. Love you."

"Love you too sweetie." She yells out from where she's already rushing downstairs.

That's what I've woken up to all week. A shitty goodbye from mum before I'm left alone all day. She doesn't even ask how I'm feeling anymore. That stopped after about day three.

I roll out if bed and head down to the kitchen, looking in the fridge for something to have for breakfast. Nothing. So I walk over and look in the cupboard. I find some coco pops, so I grab them and start pouring some in a bowl.

Louis likes coco pops, loves them actually. Sometimes he comes to school with some in a dish to eat dry...

Just at the thought of Louis, I can feel my heart clench and tummy roll. And suddenly I'm not hungry anymore.

I put the milk back into he fridge and wrap up the bowl of pops, pushing it to the side and leans my elbows on the bench with my head in my hands.

Eveything I do, my mind some how relates back to Louis. It's like he's everywhere. And it hurts way to much to even think about him. That sick feeling comes back everytime. I fucking hate it, and I wish I could hate Louis. It would make this so much easier, not having to feel the hurt he causes me. But I can't, for the fucking life of me I just can't. I've tried rethinking eveything he's done and telling myself to hate him for it. But I always just end up in tears and my feelings for him are still alive and well.

I fucking hate it.

I decided to just have a glass of water before walking into the living room. I don't know what to do. I've done eveything already. Cleaned my room, watched hours of tv, gorn on my phone.

I decided to just walk around the house to look for something to do before I get to mums office. Surely there has to be something in here, right?

I open the door and start looking though all the draws and cupboards. I feel bad for snooping but there shouldn't be anything in here that I don't know about. I'm litterly their son. Plus all I'm doing is looking for mabye some old DVDs or something to entertain myself with.

As I'm sitting in her desk chair looking in the draw a loud ringing echos though the room, making me jump. I look up to see it's just her work telephone, an older type one. I know I can't answer it so I just let it ring out, continuing to look in the draw.

But then, after it stopped ringing, the voicemail the caller left starts playing. What the fuck, I didn't even know it could do that. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help listen to what the person has to say.

"Hi Mrs Styles, just ringing to let you know about what we have on the kids at Harry's school. Everyone's clear except these four guys, names are Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and Liam Payne. You already know why this is bad. Now after the threat the Amarican Mafia sent us about Harry and putting his life at risk, I'd suggest you talk to Des about this and get something sorted out. I'm afraid Luke may need more backup. Please ring us back for more details when you get this message."

The message ends and I'm left sitting there with my jaw basically on the ground, staring that the phone.

What. The. Actual. Flying. Fuck.

Why is he talking about the boys? And what does me mean by mum already knows why they're bad? And the whole thing about the threat, what's that got anything to do with-

No, no no no no no. It can't be true...

They're all apart of the Amarican Mafia.

The same people who are trying to kill me.

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lil dramatic ending for you all😗✌️