Hide Away (Larry Fanfiction)

Hide Away

Hide Away

My name isn't really all that important right now. But I might as well tell you because you'll have to find out sooner or later. I'm Harry Styles, and I'm gay. I have been my whole life. I lost the love of my life sixty-four years ago. I think about him everyday, and all I ever want to do is talk about him. But I have no one left. I've got no one to talk to. All I do everyday is sit in this old rickity house and pretend he's still snuggled up against me on the couch. I've lived here since I was born, and I moved in with Him when I was eighteen. But I'll start right from the beginning and tell you everything, don't worry. I'm glad that your listening...because no one else would.

Sixty-four years earlier...

The world is unfair to many people. Alot of people. A majority of people. I'm one of those people. You see, the world that I live in is cruel and doesn't except me for who I am. I live in a city that has more laws than probably, three states and their cities, combined. But the law that prevents me from being myself could probably get me killed. Or worse, the one I love. I'm gay, and there's a law against it. I live in the only city in the state that has a gay law. I won't get arrested IF I'm gay, only if I HAVE a boyfriend. Yes, there's a lot of gay men that live in this town, and yes, they're all jerks. They walk around thinking they're cooler than everyone else, with the ankles of their jeans rolled up and such. But me, I'm different. To most people, I don't even come across as gay. I come across as sweet, innocent little Harry Styles. I'm just your typical seventeen year old...with a twist, if I can say that. I live in a tiny neighborhood with about ten neighbors total. Well, nine, because two of the houses are for sale. Almost three because someone else is moving out. My mum and I would move, but we're not the most rich family on the block, I'll give you that now, but we're not the most poor either. My mum supports my sexuality more than anything, probably. She's wants to move so I can be happy, but even if we could move and I'd be happy, it wouldn't be fair to her. My Father treated her so badly, but yet she's always smiling. "Harry Hun, could you go to the market and get what's on this list. Mummy isn't feeling well." She said wiping her nose with the back of her hand and plopping down on the couch. "Yes ma'am." I said grabbing the list, slipping my converse on, and grabbing my grey beanie. I kissed her forehead and headed towards the door. "Be careful, baby." She said. "I will mum." I said placing the beanie over my curls, and walking out the door.

"Here." The cashier said grumpily, handing me my change. "Thanks." I politely said back then grabbed my groceries. I shoved the money in my back pocket and walked out of the shop. I decided to take the long way home today because I wanted to have some time to myself. So I started walking through the park, groceries in hand, and started thinking. Of course the topic I was afraid of flared through my mind. The Law. I tried to think of something else and started to regret taking the long way home. "Why are you even thinking about this?" My conscience started to say over and over in my head. "Because, I guess, I dunno." I stuttered back. "Because you're reminding yourself that you want love, Harry. Just admit it. You want love so badly." My conscience said. "So?" I whispered. "Is that bad?" I asked. I stumped myself with the question, and thankfully I'd made it home without dropping the groceries. "Mum! I'm home!" I shouted. When I shut the door she was in the same position on the couch, but now she had a box of tissues on one side of her, and a pile of balled up tissues on the other. "Just set them in the kitchen, Hun." She said. I happily scuttled to the kitchen and set the groceries down. "Can I get you anything, Mum?" I said from the kitchen. "Some Advil or something would be wonderful." She said blowing her nose into, yet, another tissue. I quickly grabbed some meds and a glass of water and took it to her. She put the pill in her mouth and drank it down. "Thanks, Dear. That's all I'll be needing. But I hear someone is actually moving in next door tomorrow. Well, today, but we need to give them some time to get settled. But anyway, we're going to go see them tomorrow afternoon, so don't go anywhere, ok?" She said, drinking some more of the water that I got her. "Yes, Mum. Goodnight. Come get me if you need me. Or even call for me if you need me, ok?" I asked, kissing her cheek, enjoying this wonderful moment of being the mother in the situation. "I will. I Love you." She said. "I love you too Mum." I said making my way up the stairs and into my room. I plopped down onto my bed and started asking my conscience questions again. "How did you know I want love so badly." I whispered, as if other people were in the room. I swore I could hear my mind chuckling at me. "Because Harry, I'm your Conscience." It said. "But how, it's not like I tell you everything." I said. I could hear it chuckling again. "Yes you do." It said. "Awww, shutup." I said harshly then stood up and sat by the window, and opened it for some fresh air. I closed my eyes and breathed it in for a few seconds when I heard screaming coming from outside. My eyes flung open and I looked out the window, but I didn't see anything. I stood up and bent my body out the window so I could see more. That's when I saw it. My heart sank to the pit of my stomach. All I knew to do was run and help. But people will think different. They'll turn me into the police and say I was trying to kiss him or something. But right now, I didn't really care. I ran down the stairs quickly and was almost out the door when my mum stopped me. "Harry?" She said. "Mum. A boy. He's outside." I was saying. "Slow down, Harry. Tell me what's wrong." She said. "Please Mum. He needs help." I said, now anxious to get outside. "Harr-" I ignored her and ran outside to help the boy. It looked like our new neighbors have moved in because I see movement and the lights are on inside. I ran over to the boy, who was laying in our neighbors front lawn, and knelt down beside him. He was breathing deeply and motioning towards something behind me. Asthma attack... I looked back and saw a navy suitcase standing up and the handle pulled up. "Hold on." I said softly then quickly stood up and grabbed the suitcase, pulling it back over to where he was. He started gasping for air, and started saying something, but I couldn't understand through the panting. I quickly layed the suitcase down and unzipped it, and started looking for an inhaler. "OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod." I started speaking fast to myself. "Please. W-where is it?" I stuttered, tears starting to roll down my cheeks looking at the broken boy in front of me. He started sobbing and breathing impossibly harder than he already was. I pulled him up in my lap with one arm, and used the other to dig around in his suitcase. I finally hit something hard and quickly pulled it out. The boy grabbed my shirt and started pulling on it, nearly choking me. "Shhhh." I said. What I pulled out of his suitcase looked like a case of somekind. I quickly removed my arm from the boys back and opened the case, revealing an inhaler. "Please, open your mouth.." I said, shaking. He slowly did as I told him to. I gently set it in his mouth, pushing it down, and letting air flow back into him. I rubbed his back soothingly while he regained his composure. He was still panting heavily and his fist was still latched onto my thin t-shirt. "Are you ok?" I asked for confirmation. He nodded and grabbed the inhaler, quickly standing up. "You sure?" I asked awkwardly, still debating on whether what just happened was a dream or not. He nodded again, grabbing the suitcase and quickly running inside the......new neighbors house.