The True Meaning of Love- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 10

NOTES: This chapter is mainly a filler just to show the readers the true meaning behind Harry's in denial behaviour. Sorry it's so short. The next chapter will be long I promise. Also on Holiday so it may take me a while to update :) Stay gucci

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It was later on the day and Harry had fallen asleep, still holding Louis' hand, tight. He dream was more of a memory, when he and Louis lay on his sofa and watched "Finding Nemo." It was the first time he felt at 'home'. Truth was, Louis isn't the only reason he cuts. Something in his past left an emotional scar on him and it made him feel pathetic, it made him face reality and realise that in the end, no one cares, life's a bitch you must fight it alone, everyone leaves you in the end... Why bother? The scar she gave him was to thanks for his pessimism. The one person in the world who he thought he could trust, slapped him in the face, physically speaking.

It all happened 2 years ago, he and his best friend Nick Grimshaw went to a party, he was the first boy Harry had feelings for. The reason Harry is who he is now. They partied all night and got drunk just like any other 16 year old teenager would do. Things were going great when Gemma, his sister suggested that they all played 'spin the bottle' everyone was up for it, except Harry. He was unsure of his sexuality at that time and the last thing he wanted to do was experiment. He still played along though. The first few times the bottle landed on him weren't that bad, he got to kiss the popular girl and the girl who he thought he had a crush on at the time. Then it was his turn to spin. He spun it gently so it wouldn't spin for too long, he wanted it to be over and done with. His eyes widened in terror when the bottle stopped at... Nick. The laughs the group made were drowned out in Harry's thought. He didn't want to do it and was about to get up walk away before Nick leapt at him and their lips collided. They kept perfectly still, laughs roared in the background.. Then they stopped. Silence fell the room as the gentle and playful kiss became something more serious. Nick shoved his tongue down Harry's throat and he moaned in pleasure. Gemma stood up, rage boiled inside her stomach and she broke the two apart. Grabbed Harry's hand and took him downstairs into the kitchen.. Where their mum was.

Harry recalled the memory perfectly well, he sat down on a high stool which faced an oven embedded underneath a marble breakfast bar. A chandelier hung above him. He looked into his Mum's eyes as Gemma recited what just happen. Disgust replaced her calm eyes and she bore into Harry.

"This is not you Harry, you are not gay, you're just in another one of those phases teenage boys go through" she yelled. He knew it wasn't a phase and he, this Harry he knew he was, was disowned, so he became Harry Styles. The guy who dated Taylor. The guy who made himself like girls, and he hated him. He knew no one would like him for who he is so kept on the masquerade going.

Every day became like a routine to Harry, we would wake up, give Louis a kiss on the forehead before heading into the cafe to get breakfast, he would bring the food back into the ward though, just in case he woke up. He would then rejoin their hands and put a film on his phone, normally it was a disney film but at times he would put a comedy on, just to make him feel more positive. Louis' mum, Jay, would visit him from 4-6pm and Harry would wait outside or in the cafe. He would sometimes lie next to Louis so maybe, just maybe his presence would cause him to wake up. He would end every day the same though, crying on Louis' shoulders. Even though he was motionless, Louis still gave Harry that 'alive' feeling he got when he cuts himself, only with Louis, he doesn't to feel the pain.

It's been over a week since the accident and Louis still hasn't made any sign of improvement. Everyone was beginning to lose hope... Including Harry.