Broken beyond repair? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 (Harry's POV) 

Song: "Numb" by Linkin Park

"Every step I take, is just another mistake to you"

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I woke up on the bathroom floor, covered up in blood and dried tears. Wow, I thought. That shows how oblivious Louis was to my behaviour. But I always have been a good actor... 

"Harry! Zayn's here... He says you wanted to go to Nandos with him!" I heard Louis scream.

Well, I suppose I shoud've known he would want to talk...

"Coming" I tried to yell, but it came out as a whisper, thanks to my dry throat. I cleared it and tried again:

"Coming"

"'Kay" two voiced responded.

Well, they heard it. I went in my room to get dressed, slipped on my bracelets to cover up the cuts from this night and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked pretty awful. Trying to cover up the bags under my eyes, I grabbed a beanie and placed it on my head. 

When I came down, I saw Zayn and Lou sitting on the couch, laughing on some joke, but as soon as Zayn saw me he stopped and said: "Well, c'mon Harry. I'm starving. Bye Lou, see you later"

"Bye Zayn, Haz" he came and hugged me, sending shivers down my spine. WHY ME?!

As soon as he released me, I followed Zayn into his car.

The ride to his flat was awfully quiet. Of course, we didn't go to Nandos. He said it only to avoid making Lou suspicious.

As soon he closed the door, after arriving at his', he shoved me on the couch and positioned himself in front of me.

"So Harry. I know you for 3 fucking years now, and you NEVER told me anything about this?!" He said gesturing to my wrists.

I laughed dryly "Mate, you're the only one who knows."

"Wait.. You didn't tell Louis?!"

"No, and I won't do it. Now, I suppose you have a few questions, right? Well than, ask"

"You sure?" I nodded

"Okay" he grabbed my left arm, and slowly put down the bracelets.

"Zayn, I really wouldn't - " I started to say, remembering last night, but he shushed me.

When he was finished he gasped, seeing the fresh cuts.

"Harry... when was the last time?"

"Yesterday"

"WHAT? Why?

"I... I...uhm.." could I tell him? I mean he was my best mate, but would he juge me? Nah... he's Zayn!

Well here it goes: "I'm in love with Louis" I whispered.

He had a sad look in his eyes: "Oh Haz... I'm so sorry..." he hugged me tight. 

He gave me a look as if asking, "Can I continue?" I nodded again.

"When did you start?"

I took a deep breath " At 14" another gasp.

"Why?" he whispered with tears in his eyes.

"My familial situation"

"Can you tell me?"

"Yeah... I suppose it started with Chloe " I spitted that name out.

"First of all, you need to know, that my parents weren't very proud of me. No matter what I did or said, it was always was wrong. It started when I came out to my parents. My father was - no IS homophobic, and my mother followed him like a lost puppy. No matter what he did, not that she would notice anyway." I laughed dryly.