Beneath his Darkness

Chapter 2

"Lou it's raining.. I mean Louis- sorry" Harry whispered, but Louis didn't seem to hear him. He was in his own world enjoying the soft, cold tingles of the rain drops falling on his skin.

"... And the bell for the end of schools going to ring Louis! And I don't know how to get home from here.. My mum will be worried sick!" Harry panicked jumping up and down trying to capture Louis attention.

"Later." Louis said blankly, still staring off into the distance. Harry sat down beside him, legs crosses leaning his face on his hands.

"But Louis!"Harry moaned, heart beating fast imaging the trouble he's going to get into.

"Ok! Calm down ill walk you home princess." Louis joked tugging on Harry's hand, then realized Harry frowned as his eyes welled up with tears.

"Don't. Call me that." Harry said sternly standing up and tugging his hand from Louis, causing Louis heart to fall at the pain he caused the boy, if only Harry knew how Louis felt for the boy with the curls and the dimples.

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After walking in silence, Louis decided to break it, his voice startling Harry. "Uh-hm Harry.. I didn't mean it back there, I just meant... You're uh really um.." Louis had no idea how to tell the tall boy what he meant, the words just wouldn't come out.

He really meant that he thought Harry was beautiful and the flower crown looked perfect on him and most of all, he just wanted to join his lips with Harry's soft looking ones.

"You're exactly like them. I thought I could trust you!" Harry yelled his voice breaking, going deep while tears streamed down his cheeks.

Louis heart broke into two at the sight, just watching the small tears stain his cheeks and mixing with the rain drops, watching Harry kick a tiny pebble, watching him run away still crying. Then realizing he was gone.

"Ugh FUCK!" Louis screamed, picking up a rock and throwing it hard. He was lost and confused, more than anything he was angry at himself. He spread his black, tattered wings and flapping them as he raged. Then soaring off in the sky feeling the wind blow in his face, brushing his hair back. Cooling his temper and calming him down, he had to get the gorgeous boy back.

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Harry knocked on his front door, wiping his face dry. "Hey sweet!" His mum smiled opening the door, wrapping her arms around her wet son.

"Ok mum.." Harry whispered the words barely came out, he brushed past her and ran up the stairs avoiding eye contact from his mother.

Chucking his bag into his room, and making his way to the bathroom. Stripping off his soaked clothes, and throwing them onto the floor.

He turned the hot water on, soothing the coldness of his body. He spotted his razor sat in the shower, picking it up and looking at the sharp blades.

Tears tumble down his cheeks, as he remembered everything about today. Feeling worthless, unwanted, ugly, lame and disgusting but mostly imprisoned in his own thoughts like there was not escaping the pain.

Placing the blades to his skin, quickly slicing into his thigh as the tears rolled down, breathing heavily. "Why. Can't. I. Be. Perfect?!" Harry screamed, adding a cut as he said each word, but slicing deeper as he said the last word. Perfect. But that's exactly what he was to Louis.