flower crowns ;; larry stylinson

;; one

harry was slammed against the lockers once again. he felt the pain vibrating up his arms from his wrists and to his shoulders. he whimpered as he felt the throbbing bruise already forming, but it wasn't something that was new.

he sighed, walking over towards his locker that was at the far end of the hall. he made sure to keep his head hung low, letting his flower crown droop a little in front of his face, making sure no one paid him any extra attention than what he's used to.

he heard the whispers. nobody was subtle or kind enough to even talk about him behind his back. instead, they made sure to point at him and practically scream in laughter, picking at his flaws one by one until it becomes too much.

"i heard his brain doesn't work right." one boy sneered, "he's like a child. probably doesn't even understand what we're saying."

"really? how stupid. they shouldn't even allow him in this school. it'll only set him up to fail." another boy responded, sending harry glares and disgusted looks which he tried to ignore, but he was never quite good at blocking their teasing in any way.

suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around him from behind, gently pulling him backwards to be suffocated in a warm embrace. the hands are rough, but they are also as soft and light as the flower crown of harry's head.

"aye, mate. how are you doing?" he heard zayn's raspy voice whisper quietly in his ear, making it impossible to hide the smile that's growing on his lips.

"okay." is all he answered. zayn nodded, knowing that harry wasn't that keen on talking much. he let harry go from the hug and they walked towards their lockers together, ignoring the laughter from harry's side.

they reached their lockers, silently opening them up and pulling out their books that are needed for their first class; math. harry never really liked math, nor was he ever good in that subject.

"what class do you have today babes?" zayn asked, clutching his book in his chest tightly, showing in big writing that it's a science book.

he sighed. "math." he muttered, keeping his eyes planted on the ground instead of meeting zayn's sparkling brown ones.

zayn patted harry's shoulder gently, "be careful, alright? i'll see you in lunch." the taller boy nodded, watching as zayn walked down the hall with his books in hand, the opposite of where harry had to go.

harry sighed. he closed his locker door shut and turned the other way, walking towards math class, trying his best to avoid the kids who were whispering mean things.

***

"how did all your classes go?" zayn asked harry.

harry wasn't listening, though. he looked down at the lunch his mom packed him the night before she went out partying. he saw how she didn't pack his usual peanut butter and jelly sandwich with gold fish crackers and an apple juice. instead, she packed him a ham and cheese sandwich with a water bottle and an apple.

saying harry was upset as an understatement.

his meals weren't suppose to be sorted out differently. he always had his peanut and jelly on the side with the crust sliced off. he always had some gold fish crackers because his favorite color was yellow and it reminded him of sunshine; of kind memories. and he always, always had an apple juice packed because that was his sisters favorite, and he adored his sister so much.

but this, this lunch was a disaster and harry resisted the urge of grabbing the lunch pale and throwing it across the lunchroom. this wasn't his routine and his mother new how much his routine meant to him.

"harry?" zayn's voice brought harry back to his senses. he looked up, hands clenched into fists and his breathing a little bit more heavy than usual.

"harry, are you alright?" zayn asked, brushing his hand against harry's shaking arm. he didn't like seeing harry like this.

"it's not routine." harry muttered. "it's different, my lunch is different."

"harry, it's not that big of a deal-. . ." zayn tried to reassure harry that it was okay, but he was interrupted.

"it's different and i don't like different." harry huffed in annoyance, slamming his lunch pale shit and stuffing it into his backpack.

harry didn't like when things were out of his usual routine, because it felt like it was the only thing he could control. he couldn't control his disorders, and when things were out of place it felt unnatural and it bothered him.

"okay." zayn said softly. he didn't push the topic, he simply dropped it for the sake of harry. so, they both remained quiet throughout their lunch break.

harry didn't mind the silence at their lunch table, it distracted him from the loud thoughts in his head.

***

when harry arrived at his flat he wasn't surprised to find his anne, his mother, gone. he saw the empty bottles in the trash and the cigarette buds in the sink; he knew she wouldn't be home until late tomorrow.

he sighed. taking off his shoes and hanging his grey coat on the left side of the coat rack, as usual, before taking off his shoes, placing his backpack on the couch, and heading off into the kitchen.

he began making his lunch for tomorrow, seeing as nobody would be home to do it for him. so. he grabbed all the food items he would be using and the cutter he would use to shave off the crust before placing everything neatly into his lunch pale and into the refrigerator.

he went back into the empty living room. he contemplated whether or not he should text zayn, but he decided against it and turned on the television, picking out an old movie that he remembered watching with his sister, gemma.

he ignored the emptiness in his chest as he sat alone. while the movie was lightly buzzing with sound his mind was providing many thoughts and sounds.

he didn't like being alone.

***

ugh. that picture in the media makes me feel so asgfghjalskfja.

my actual first chappie. yay.

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