He has my heart. L.s.

30

I make sure to get to lunch early feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders. I see Harry and Niall talking I prance over to them plopping down in a seat next to Harry. He offers a dimpled smile I return a large one.

"I told them," I smile proudly.

"Told who what?" Harry asks. Niall raises a brow.

"I told my family about you, about me," I say.
Harry's face melts into shock. Then he smiles.
"Which brings me to my next point your coming to mine to stay for the weekend," I nod. He laughs nodding along.

"Sounds good to me," he says. "Is your Mum going to let us be alone?"

"Do want us to be alone?" I smirk forgetting Niall is here with us making gagging noises.

Harry blushes shrugging innocently. I put my hand on his thigh, but then quickly decide I want lunch. I have to drag Harry up with me, when we return the rest of our group is at our table including Eleanor. I sneak a glance at Harry who tenses and rolls his eyes. Right before we reach the table I stop him.

"Don't be jealous of her, it's a waste of time."

Harry nods. Zayn raises a brow at Harry and I shrug smiling. They all seem to catch on that Harry and I are back together, well besides Eleanor she's clueless. Then Dallas walks by, but he backs up stopping at our table. He looks down at Harry, he smiles a wicked smile that honestly I want to beat off him.

"Nice black eye, fag," he sneers. I take a deep breath as Eleanor snickers.

"Hey Dallas? I've got a question for you are your pants wet?" I ask casually my hand gripping my bottled water, he narrows his eyes at me.

"Do they look wet to you?" He rolls his eye.

"Yea," I dump the water on his pants right by the crotch giving the illusion that he pissed himself. He let's a string of curse words leave his mouth and I smirk clearing my throat. "Look Dallas Green pissed himself!" I shout making everyone look at him he glows a bright red. I sit with a proud smile as Harry gapes at me. "Nobody messes with my boyfriend," I whisper giving his thigh a squeeze. He blush and mouths a thank you.

HARRY'S P.O.V

I can't believe Louis did that, he embarassed Dallas in front of the school. I would usually feel sorry for a bloke if it weren't Dallas. Being back with Louis was probably the best decision, he makes me happy and I know he's there for me when ever I feel the urge to self harm.

I also can't believe he came out to his Mum and sisters. He told them about me, me! Harry's hand rest comfortably on my thigh, and he doesn't even pay attention to Eleanor.
That causes me to smile, a real smile not the phony one I have been wearing.

***

I lay on my bed reading Catching Fire I've read it before it's a really good. Suddenly my door bursts open, my Dad walking in, well more like stumbling in. He's drunk.

"What's that?" He asks.

"A book," I answer not looking up to into the book.
He rips it out of my hands looking at the cover, then he rips it off. I scream for him to stop, but he doesn't he just continues to rip it apart.

"Reading is for fags," He snaps. I sigh crossing my arms over my chest looking at my ripped up book scattering the floor. "Why couldn't you be into football or something?"

"I do like football and all sports but I can't do them.
I'm not cut out for it," I shrug.

"You getting smart with me?" He growls.

"What no! No I'm not I swear!" I shout. It's too late his hand connects with my cheek leaving it stinging and red I'm sure, my cheek was already bruised and now it hurts even more, then he leaves as if nothing ever happened.

I sit on my bed staring at my ripped up book on my floor. I don't understand how he can hate me so much. I did nothing to him, nothing at all. Yet he still hates me. How can someone hate their son, their own blood? Only a few more years, soon I'll be able to go to Uni and get a degree in whatever I'd like. Maybe Louis and I will live together, in a small flat in uptown London or maybe we will move and go to Manchester or Middlesex. Or maybe I'll end my life, make it easy for everyone.
Not Louis my subconscious reminds me. Okay dude first you're telling me to kill myself now your giving me a reason to live? I hate myself. I really do. All I do is confuse myself and hurt myself. I have no reason to live, well I have one. That's Louis he's my reason that I'm still alive, but if I loose him then who knows what will happen.

*-**

I wake with a jolt my whole body sweating. My mouth dry, my breathing erratic. I don't even remember falling asleep, but I deffinatly had a nightmare. Harry was hanging over the edge of a building my hand gripping his, my pleas for him to hold on and him slowly slipping out of my grip.
Him screaming at the top of his lungs.

Then with the mixture of sweat and rain he slips from my hands plummeting to the ground then I woke up. I quickly fish for my mobile that's tangled in my duvet somewhere. After finding it I dial his number waiting for him to pick up, he does answering with a very groggy voice.

"Harry! Hi," I mumble my heart falling back into normal rhythm. He groans and shuffles around.

"You do realize what time it is?" He asks his voice deeper from being just woken up. It's strangly attractive.

"Yes it's-" I check the time. "Four in the morning, but I had a nightmare."

"About?"

"You dying, I just needed to hear your voice," I admit.

"Wanna tell me about?"

I begin telling the dream in all the fading details.
He calms me down and assures me that he's okay and doesn't plan on jumping. I beg for him to stay up with me and he does, then he falls asleep not knowing it. Snores coming from his mouth I smile trying to fall back to sleep myself.