[A.N. Okay. This chapter is another filler kind of and its sad but stay with me because it will get better.]
Harry's POV:
Angel? Did I hear angel? My head is playing games with me and I hate it. He probably didn't compliment me on my smile either It was probably just an illusion.
I apologized to Louis and ran into the lunchroom. Liam ran in after me.
"What the hell was that? I didn't know you had a boyfriend?" Liam bubbled congratulating me.
"What are you talking about Liam?" I asked confused out of my mind. I'm not dating anyone. I wish I was dating Louis but he isn't interested.
"That guy! He called you angel! Like that's what people do when they are in relationships! I used to call my girlfriend Angel and that guy is calling you angel! It's so cute! Ahem- I mean- wait! You aren't dating?" He questioned trying to calm down from his little fanboy moment.
"No. We aren't dating... But did he really call me angel?" I ask Liam with my eyes wide open and as my face reddens again.
"Yeah. He did. How did you not hear him?" Liam questioned digging into his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. My cheeks are a deep Crimson color and I look to the floor.
"I heard him. I thought it was in my head though." I explain to him as my face is burning like a fire. Does Louis like me?
"So Harry has a crush on the older man" Liam jokes and wiggles his eyebrows again. "What's this bad boy's name?"
I blush even thinking about him. Do I trust Liam enough? Sure whatever.
"His name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson. " I whisper to Liam and he sits there for a few minutes.
"Hmmm... Larry Stylinson. That will be your ship name and I ship it." Liam chuckled as I sat there confused on what a ship was.
Liam had to explain to me that it was two people that he wants to be together in a relationship.
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The day was amazing! I got a friend and Louis complimented me twice!!
And to make it better, the mysterious texter texted me today.
Unknown: hey how was school today beautiful.
Me: It was great! It would have been better if I knew where to find you!
Unknown: I will tell you. When the time is right.
Me: good.
Unknown: I have to ask you something.
Me: sure.
Unknown: The boy that you were with... Is he your new boyfriend?
Is he... jealous? Hmm... Good to know.
Me: No he's new and he's my friend. He's straight.
Unknown: good.
Unknown: I mean cool
Me: I think it's cute when your flustered.
OML! Did I just send him that!! I'm so dumb! Ugh why can't I be normal!!
Me: I didn't mean that. I mean. Ugh I'm awkward right? You want to stop texting don't you?
I frown at my phone and put it down knowing that this unknown guy probably thinks I'm weird and awkward and he probably doesn't want to text anymore.
Unknown: I would never stop texting you Harry. I like you a lot. I really really like you.
I like this person but I can't like like him if that makes any sense whatsoever. I don't even know his name.
Me: if you liked me them why won't you tell me your name?
Unknown: Because I can't
Sudden rage fills inside me. Why? This is so stupid!!
Me: Why can't you?!
Unknown: because you'll hate me!
I look down at the text and shake my head. He wouldn't know that. I would probably love this guy. He seems super sweet.
Me: you don't know that
Unknown: Yes I do Harry. You'll hate me and you'll never talk to me because I'm a terrible human being and I want to die
Oh my gosh! This poor boy. He didn't do anything to me. Why would I hate him. And he is perfect.
Me: No! I wouldn't hate you even if you hurt me in any way, shape or form. I like you you're really fun to talk to. And no one deserves to die. You are worth it and someone loves you.
Unknown: thank you Harry. So much. You are so brilliant and beautiful. Thank you. I love you.
Unknown: awee shit I did it again! I'm so awkward. UGHHH
Me: hahaha I'm awkward too it's alright. Well I have to go to bed because it's 11:00 and we have school tomorrow.
Unknown: Okay! Sleep tight you beautiful angel. x
I smiled and blushed at the text. This person is unbelievably kind and sweet. I want to know who this person is. He is just too sweet to be real.
He's probably pretending. He's probably Zayn laughing behind a screen trying to use these texts against me. He's probably taking notes and finding new things to use to hurt me.
Tears form around my eyes as I begin to think about the outcome of this person texting me. If it's Zayn, I'd never hear the end of it. He would beat me up even more and I would get 10 times the bruises and cuts. What if this is all a trick?
What if Liam and Niall don't like me and they are pretending to be my friends? What if they are going to try to beat me up? I'm worthless. No one could ever like me. They are going to hurt me. I knew it was to good to be true.
I walk over to my bathroom and I look down at the razor on the side of the shower. Should I? Harry your worthless. Do you actually think people like you? Haha! Your worthless!! Kill yourself! A familiar voice fills my head. Who is it? Louis? Louis thinks I'm worthless?
I pick up the razor and whimper as the sharp metal pierces into my wrist. As I am carving into my wrists, my vision becomes blurry as the tears stream down my face. A poem plays in my head as I take the razor off of my skin.
My skin is the paper
My razor is my pen,
I will write a story
That you can't comprehend.
Nobody knows
Nobody cares
But will you miss me
When I'm not there?
I know the answer to that question. No. No one will miss me. I'm just another face. I'm just another person. No one loves me. No one will miss me if I die. I'm meaningless. Worthless. I'm nothing.
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The next day, I woke up with a sharp pain in my wrists. I am not phased by it and I get up from my bed to go to my mirror.
I look at the ugly looking person that is staring back at me. You're a nerd! You're so stupid looking! You're a gay! Kill yourself! The person in the mirror screams at me. I look down at my wrists still fresh with the cuts from last night.
"You're right,"I agreed with the person in the mirror. "I should."
I turn around and stare at the floor. I'm nothing. I repeat in my head. I can't believe I thought for a second the Louis could actually like me. I mean look at myself! I gel my hair to the side, I wear nerdy glasses, khaki pants and sweaters. Who would want that? And unfortunately he's in fact straight and I have no chance with him.
I get outside and meet Niall to walk to school. He has a huge smile on his face, like usual, and shouts,
"Hey buddy!! What's up!"
As I catch up to him and look up at him.
"Nothing." I answered bluntly glancing back at the ground.
"Well I have a question for you bud." He says suddenly in a more serious tone.
"Okay" I nodded and he stops in his tracks which causes me to stop.
"Do you know Louis Tomlinson?"
