you put the O in disOrder ➢ (l.s)

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(Harry's POV)

"So... They liked it?" I ask. Louis is sitting across from me and he nods, giving a warm smile.

"Everyone loved it, Harry. They see you in such a different light now... It's incredible what one presentation can do, huh?"

I guess so, since Louis seems to believe that. But I'm still a little iffy about the whole thing.

"I'm just... Nervous," I admit, playing with my fingers in my lap. This hospital feels too much like home now. I don't want to go back to the real world.

At least here you're accepted for being a freak... Because, well, everybody else is one too.

"About?" Louis questions, and he takes one of my hands, holding it in his own. "I have you. I'll protect you."

"Yeah..." I say wearily, taking my hand away slowly. "I want to protect myself though, if that makes any sense." I'm so tired of being made fun of, and all I want is a little peace of mind in that outrageous school.

Louis frowns when I glance back up at him, and shrugs. "You can do anything. You know that."

Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. Sure, Louis's presentation may have softened the blow, but there's so much more work to be done.

"My mother wants to home school me... But I don't really see that as a solution. Not when I've made it this far. Right?" I say, and something about home schooling makes me squirm. There's just this feeling I get when I think about being at home, being taught by my mum. Just weird.

"Right. You've made it so far, Bambi. And really, you don't have to come back so quickly. Take your time to heal, yeah? I mean, you're in here to get better. I want you to get better. More than that, I want you to feel happy, because you deserve that, and much more. So, don't feel rushed, okay?" He smiles, and leans across the small table in the meeting room to give me a kiss.

We stay like that for a minute or so, gently communicating with our lips. It feels nice, soft, and comforting. Kind of like cuddling a teddy bear from childhood.

When we let go, we both smile, and seal it off with a quick peck before we begin to talk again.

I tell him how one kid finally spoke after years of silence, and I tell him how I learned to knit from Sydney. She's a wonderful girl. I don't even know why she's in here.

She tried to kill herself at school.

Half of me wants to wish she never has to feel that way again, and the other half of me (the better half of me) wishes that feelings like that never existed in the first place.

Because if there's one thing I know for certain, it's that these feelings never truly go away.

There is no such thing has pure happiness.

It just gets easier to breathe.

"And what about Clyde? He's a funny kid, isn't he?" Louis asks, and I roll my eyes.

"If by funny, you mean completely insane, then sure, yeah. He's a riot."

Clyde is actually a really good kid though, I wish he showed that side of him more often. Plus he has these hazel green eyes that are like, out of this universe. It suits him really well, especially with his black, short hair.

But the kid has major issues, just like the rest of us.

His dad killed himself last year, and every time I see him, he's always wearing his dads golden cross around his neck. Which is pretty beautiful, if you ask me. The whole sentiment of it, gets me. And even with those gorgeous eyes, you can see the ugly truth behind them. Clyde has been through the ringer. Maybe worse, judging by the heroine tracks up his tan, long arms.