ASMR || L.S. (Complete) ✔️

Three

Later that day, Harry has free period so he decides to watch the fit gym teacher give his lecture. With Harry's newer stamina from the lack of restless nights, it's much easier on him to get a wank in and tonight just might be that night.

There was a soccer game in the gym and Harry wanted to watch. It was packed, sadly, and Harry couldn't find a seat so he stood by the door in perfect view of the game. The noise bothered his ears a bit, but he didn't worry too much with the tingles still wrapping around his mind like a cobra. Still, the noise troubled him greatly after a bit.

He tried to get to the door, he truly did, but now there were jocks stood in front of it and they weren't friendly from the looks of it.

"Out of the way, fag." This gentleman was very big in comparison not that Harry minded him right now. The other one pushed him back further into the crowd and people began to snicker at him. His chest started to convulse.

"Aw look at the weirdo. Why don't you go somewhere and stop trying to fit in," another one scoffs at his indifference. Harry now had a problem breathing at all.

"Lads, give him some space," a voice called out from the ongoing game. The jock didn't like being told what to do and before Harry knew it, there was a loud brawl forming.

Everyone in the gym who was said to be involved had gotten a phone call home, so harry was no different.

At home, his parents were not happy at all.

"I told you we should discipline him more," his father raged. "Now he's getting into fights!"

"Joseph! This is not his fault that kids are so cruel. He only defended himself," she explained louder.

Joseph seethed, "He's been acting out lately being an attention seeker with this whole 'I have anxiety' mumbo-jumbo. He needs to man up and learn that he's too old for this, Barbara!"

Harry's lip quivered as the real battle began and all he could do was slip into his room before they could get any louder. His father confiscated his phone so now he was on his own. The yelling grew louder and more violent, as well as the ringing of his father's hatred of him stabbing his brain and shooing those special tingles away.

After sneaking out the back door, falling directly into a puddle, Harry makes a run for it to somewhere more quiet, not looking where he was going before running out into the street. The oncoming car barely had time to stop fast enough.

"Jesus Christ kid! You almost made me hit you!" the man yells stepping out of his car and slamming the door shut, bringing Harry further back into his shell. "Wait I know you."

Harry's a bit shaken up and he feels foolish in his bunny pajamas with tears staining his pale face. This was just a terrible day for him. Harry never wished to suffer this again.

"You're that boy that had the breakdown the other day, aren't cha?"

Harry's mouth forms an 'o' shape. "You- you know me?"

"Yeah, course. M Louis. Louis Tomlinson? I'm two grades higher than you." Louis gives him a warm smile and looks him over with a small frown. "You look like you've seen better days."

Harry nods and wraps his arms around his waist self-consciously. "My parents aren't sensitive to my anxiety," he reveals to him with tearful pupils and a messy nose. He feels so alone sometimes, and for some reason it felt better to tell Louis this even though they've just met. Oh well. What did he have to lose?

"S that right? M sorry, babe. It never feels right to have parents who just don't understand. That's part of the reason I moved out-"

A car horn blared, interrupting their bonding, and skeezed around them hastily.

"Say, I know we just met, but how's about you come over to my place and we can talk there." Harry looked at him accusingly. "I'm not gonna get in your pants or anything. Just wanna talk with you, I suppose." He can't help the blush that forms on his face at the joke, eyes trailing down to his thin, pink lips.

"What do you get out of that, exactly?" Harry wonders aloud.

"Someone to talk to, I suppose," Louis shrugs. "And I may have an answer to your problems if you're up for it. So tell me, Harry, are you up for it?"

Harry thinks for a minute, biting his lip and jumping at the clap of thunder, mind whizzing with thoughts of being alone during a thunderstorm.

"Yes. Yes I'm up for it."

Harry never notices that he never told Louis his name.

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