Make Believe •Larry Stylinson•

•CHAPTER SIX•

Okay guys I thought I posted this chapter three days ago but I guess I was wrong. Oops.

P.s does anyone ever actually read my A/N's or is it just like no purpose of me writing them?????

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Harry sat in the school parking lot for about maybe an hour on Twitter just looking at the nasty comments people had tagged him in.

'I can't believe I cheer for a fag, im quitting cheerleading, Who else?'

'Harry Styles is a fag, ive known it ever since I saw his face. LOL he has fag facial features #fff'

When Harry checked his youtube channel he felt sick and like crying. He had lost 2/4 of his subscribers and #fff was trending in the comments, Instagram, Twitter, pretty much everywhere.

Harry clenched his eyes shut taking a deep breathe. When Harry opened his eyes again it wasn't to long before his phone then died. He didn't bother looking for a charger. He didn't want to torture himself by reading stuff that he knows will hurt. All he wanted to know was who started it.

Sticks and stones indeed can break a bone but to Harry, words hurt the most. He wasnt going to just sit in his car and he damn sure wasnt about to just stand outside considering its cold and it was slightly sprinkling. Harry watched as his phone cut off and sighed softly as he raised his head up so that he was looking straight ahead.

Harry refused to cry over what was being said about him on the social planet. Harry's hair was straighter than usual because he kept running his fingers through it. It was ok though because honestly he liked it better than his usual curly hair.

Harry did his breathing method that he always did when he was nervous. He took a deep breath and gave himself a compliment that he truly meant and exhaled. It was silly but it indeed did work. "It's ok." Harry wispered trying his best to calm himself down. Gemma taught him that, and honestly ever since she had introduced him to the little technique his self confidence has had major growth. He wasnt afraid to be himself now.

Harry looked out of the window as thoughts of his older sister Gemma roamed his mind. All the fun they had and all the comfort she brought to him.

When Harry woke up in the middle of the night and would hear his parents arguing, his mother mostly crying and his dad yelling. Gemma would always invite herself into his room and comfort him.

She'd cuddle with him and sing softly into his ear as she rubbed little circles into his belly which made a warming sensation and occasionally wispering little it's okay's to him until he fell back asleep.

Two years ago when Louis was fifteen Gemma moved out unannounced. Apparently no one knew about it, not even his parents knew.

Ever since Gemma has been gone, he hasn't heard from her, not even one stupid letter. He missed her big brown eyes and her brown wavy hair that he would play in when they were playing around and he missed going to the park and having endless lauphter. He missed her.

A tear rolled down his cheek as he immediately wiped it away sniffling as he then opened his car door and grabbing his keys and locking it back afterwards. As Harry opened the door to the school, the building gave off this weird energy and it sent chills down his spine.