echo. | larry stylinson.

Chapter Nineteen - The Diary.

Harry's POV:

I opened my eyes a crack and my head hurt like hell. I looked around the room and the first thing I noticed was that I was in my room. How did I get here? I moved my body and tried to sit up, but sank back into my pillow when I felt the pain shooting through my body.

“Fuck,” I hissed to myself. I rubbed my temples, trying to make the headache go away. The last thing I could remember was that I was walking home from school when Zayn attacked me, and the rest was vanished out of my memory.

I sat up again, this time I moved slowly. I was still dressed in the clothes I wore to school and my shirt had blood stains on it. I stood up and walked over to my wardrobe, getting a new shirt and a pair of sweatpants and changed into the new clothes. It hurt like hell but I managed to change within ten minutes.

I then walked downstairs and found my mum and Gemma sitting in the kitchen, and they turned their head as I entered the room.

“Harry, thank god, you're awake!” my mum screamed and jumped up, attacking me with a hug.

“Ah,” I groaned and my mum let go.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked with worry in her voice and I nodded.

“A bit, but it's okay,” I lied, ignoring the horrendous pain in my body as I sat down next to Gemma.

“Are you sure it's okay?” my mum asked and I rolled my eyes, nodding.

“If you say so,” she then said and I knew she didn't believe me but decided to not carry it on.

“What the hell happened anyway?” my mum then asked. I swallowed – should I tell her about Zayn? That would cause even more problems, wouldn't it? If Zayn found out I told anyone he would kill me, and I was sure about that one.

“Harry, I'm talking to you!” my mum said and pulled me out of my thoughts.

“It doesn't matter,” I said and tried to get up, but Gemma grabbed my shoulder and shoved me back into my seat.

“Harry, don't give us this bullshit,” Gemma said. “Louis brought you home and you were bleeding almost everywhere on your face, it does matter.” Her eyes almost pierced right through me and I avoided looking into Gemma's eyes.

“Can I talk to Harry for a moment, mum?” Gemma asked and my mum nodded and left the room.

I then looked up to Gemma. “What?” I hissed.

“You're getting beat up at school, don't you?” Gemma said and I shrugged, not making an attempt to answer her.

“Harry!” Gemma said and I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe,” I said.

“Tell me,” I looked at her now and Gemma rolled her eyes now.

“You know what I mean, Harry, how long has this been going on?”

“People at school hate me, okay? They don't like me and they make me feel it,” I said.

“I asked how long this has been going on,” Gemma said and I held back my tears.

“About five or six years, I think,” I answered before getting up and walking into my room. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.

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Louis' POV:

I sat in my room and stared at the wall ahead. I was worried and angry at the same time. Worried about Harry and his depression, angry about Zayn and his friends and angry because I wasn't at school to help Harry.