disconsolate || stylinson

prologue

the hardest part about not being ok is pretending that you are. putting on a fake smile every day to conceal the fact that inside you are falling apart. forcing laughter so that nobody can see through the thin walls you've built up around yourself. the same walls that are so very fragile, yet you must do everything you can to keep them from falling down. for if those walls break, everything will come spilling out. the secrets, the lies, and every last fight that tears you down and rips you apart, until you are left broken and alone. until you are left with nothing but your own self destructive thoughts, and until nobody can save you.

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harry maneuvered his way through the crowded hallway, his head hung low and his shopping bags tucked carefully under his arm. as he abruptly turned the corner, he thumped into another body and immediately fell to the cold tile floor. after a hurried apology mumbled under his breath, he gathered up all of his packages up and began to rush to his car, not looking up once.

every person in this shopping mall was thinking about something. the person harry just bumped into could be pondering the fact that maybe they should have taken the time to help him pick up his bags. they might be angry, annoyed, or having a bad day in general. there were endless amounts of emotions in the world. some people could be cheery and some could be upset, but just looking around the stores and hallways it was hard for most people to see the difference. unless you were like harry.

harry could tell when a smile didn't reach your eyes, or if your laugh wasn't as lighthearted as it should be. the experiences were all too familiar, and he knew how impossibly hard it was. he knew what it felt like to have your heart ripped out and stomped on by the person you thought you could trust. he knew what it felt like to be back stabbed by the person you loved most in the world and he knew that it hurt. it was lonely and it was painful and it was never ending.

harry had felt this way for 4 years and he just wanted it to stop. he wanted the pain to end, but it seemed that it never would. when his heart had been broken he had been young and vulnerable, and it had ruined him.

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yo!! so i'm megan and this is my larry fanfic and i hope you guys enjoy it! please comment and vote :) i will be updating as often as i can and i will let you guys know if it's taking longer than usual.