Homophobia

Chapter 4

"Harry. I'm sorry we couldn't be there tonight. Hopefully we can make it to the next show, yeah? We'll be home soon baby. Love you. Mom and Dad."

Harry listened to the voicemail over and over again. Tears slipped down his face as he trembled, curled within himself.

"Love you. Mom and Dad."

"I love you too mom and dad." Harry whispers, caressing the photo of his parents on his cheek. "I wish you were here."

Harry feels his lungs ache, and reaches into his pocket with shaking hands, and pulls out his inhaler.

He puffs on it slowly, dialing Niall's number.

"Hello, this is Niall Horan. I'm probably at Nando's at the moment, call back in maybe ten minutes, and I should answer. If this is Harry, text me if I don't answer. Bye."

Harry smiles at the ending, like he does every time. Niall and Harry have been best mates for 12 years, when Harry's parents died, Niall spent three weeks with him and cradled him to sleep every night.

He sends a quick text to Niall asking him to pack a bag for the week and spend the night with him. Niall always said yes, because he loved the freedom that came with staying at Harry's.

Harry walked through his empty apartment, turning on his xbox and inserting Fifa, because that's what Niall always played. He cleaned up all the tissues and candy wrappers from the floor and ordered a pizza for Niall.

Niall gets here just after the pizza, and as soon as Harry sees Niall, he breaks down.

"I-I just miss them so much!" Harry cries as Niall strokes his hair.

"I know lad.. I know." Niall coos, rocking him slowly.

"W-why did someone do that? Why would someone take my parents from me!?" Harry shouted, pulling at his hair.

Niall grabs his hands into his own. "People are sick Haz... they're sick."

"Mom... Dad..." Harry cried, feeling his body shut down. "I-I feel sick."

"Jeez Harry you're pale. What did you eat today?"

"Some.. Some jolly ranchers." Harry replies weakly.

"Eat some pizza, please?" Niall asks, leaning forward passing him a slice.

He holds it to Harry's mouth and Harry takes a hesitant bite. "I'm full."

Harry says, turning his head into Niall's chest. Niall sighs, "Harry... it's been 9 months... you have to try to move on..."

"It's not just my parents..." Harry whispers. "At school.. this guy.. he keeps calling me Fairy Boy.."

"Don't they know you're homophobic?" Niall growls

"No.. Only the counselor knows."

"Those pricks. What else happened?"

"He grabbed my bum.. But this guy.. Louis Tompson, he got everyone away from me, and carried me to the nurse.

Niall cocks an eyebrow. "Louis Tomlinson? He's like 5'3 and weighs like 85 pounds. He carried YOU?"

Harry shakes his head, "Yeah. He was strong, so I guess he isn't that little."

"Listen Harry. Don't get mixed up in Louis and his group of friends. He's made Josh his sex toy. Zayn and Liam are no better. I won't 'ban' you or anything, just warning you. You'll get hurt."

"I know. That's why I intend on staying away from them."

Niall nods, stands and pulls Harry in a standing position. "I love you Harry. You know that right?"

"Of course Niall. I love you too. Thanks for coming." He hugs Niall, and Niall smiles.


"Louis William Tomlinson! Get the fuck down here." Louis sighs and sits up.

He takes his earphones out, and stands stretching.

"What do you want?" He yells back, throwing his bedroom door open.

"Who the fuck is Josh? Some other boy you're fucking?"

Louis sighs making his way upstairs, and sits on the top step. "You know who Josh is. It's been two years."

They have this conversation daily, and he's tired of hearing it.

"You're lying!" His mother slurrs taking a swig of her beer.

"No, I'm not. I don't feel like doing this bullshit with you today." He growls standing, he turns to go back down the stairs to his room in the basement.

He feels glass hit his head, and shatter as it falls to the floor. He turns slowly and meet his mother's eyes.

"Don't you turn your fucking back on me! In my house! You'd better learn some fucking respect boy."

"This isn't your fucking house! This is dad's house! Just because he isn't here doesn't change a fucking thing! He died three years ago! I've gotten over it, now you can atleast make an attempt to get over it! You might as well be my drunken roommate, I stopped considering you my mother two years ago. I don't respect you. Drinking all the time, getting fired from damn near every job you've had. Respect you? Ha." Louis spits, and his mother takes a step back appalled.

Then she smirks, and crosses her arms over her chest, "You know how he died right boy?"

"A heart attack." He huffs

"Why did he have a heart attack moron?" She rolls her eyes

"Your dumb ass was always feeding him grease and beer for breakfast lunch and dinner. He probably had a stroke."

His mother grins wider and shakes her head, "Wrong. Want me to tell you why?"

"Sure." He growls, he's really had enough of her today

"Because of you. He had a heart attack when he figured out his son was a fairy boy. A faggot. Rimjob Junior. When he saw you making out with that boy, is when he had a heart attack."

Louis eyes widen in shock, "Bullshit."

"Nope. Killed himself because his son was a cock sucking faggot." She slurs laughing.

"Fuck you." Louis spits, getting in her face. "Fuck. You."

"Get out of my house." His mom says, "Now."