drowning ➶ larry

17. Fragile

Mood: Broken Frame by Alex & Sierra

Harry sat in his English class, Louis next to him, completely still. Harry had tried to make him move to no avail.

The boy was stuck staring at the whiteboard in the front of the room, tapping his finger against his desk in a rhythmic pattern. The bell rang and everyone scurried out of the room, except for Louis. And Harry.

"Lou? It's time to get to class. We don't want to be late." Harry murmurs resting a hand on his shoulder. Louis flinched, looking at Harry with wide eyes.

"W-What?" He asks, tugging at his sleeves absentmindedly.

"Let's get you to class. Come on." Louis nodded, his blue eyes glassy.

Harry had his hand on his lower back, guiding him through the mass of bodies until they got to Louis' class. Harry left him uncertainly before heading to his next class.

****

Harry looked for Louis at lunch and found him walking to the office. He followed him, waving to him.

"Where're you going?" He asks.

"I have an appointment...with the counselor. Can you...can you come with me?" Louis asks suddenly. Harry looks at the hallway before nodding. He could miss one day of lunch.

They walked inside the office together, Louis knocking on the door.

"Come in." Harry remembered the room. He used to come here many times after his sister...

He shook the thought away, standing by the door.

"Harry? Well, it's been a while." Dr. Martin says.

"Uh...yeah."

"Why are you here?"

"Louis asked me to stay." He doesn't say anything after. He nods and types away on his laptop. Louis sits in one of the beanbag chair and Harry does the same, parallel to him.

"So, Louis how did you meet Harry?"

"He helped me...find my way to class on the first day of school." Louis says. Harry notices the way he scratches at the gauze. Harry reaches over and grabs his hand, smiling at him softly.

"Are you two..." Dr. Martin asks, slightly bashful.

"I don't know." Louis says nonchalantly. He pulls his hand away and wraps his arms around his torso, hugging himself. Harry tried not to look hurt.

"What did you want to talk about today Louis?"

"I don't know. I don't want to talk. I don't feel...good."

"Are you sick?"

"I've always been sick, haven't I?"

"That's not what I--"

"Yeah okay. Well, if I don't have anything to say I'm leaving." He stood and left, leaving Harry and Dr. Martin alone. It was quiet for a few minutes.

"You like him?" Harry nods.

"And you're scared about losing him?" Harry nods again.