Suicidal ➵ Larry Stylinson

one.

Harry awoke to the sound of his alarm clock beeping over and over again, it was annoying, actually, but he still sat there and listened to it for about half a minute until he was sitting up and turning it off. He read the words off the alarm clock, '5:30.' He groaned and pulled the covers off himself, regretting it immediately whenever the frigid air of December hit his legs.

He let out a small squeal, then went back under the covers again. Slowly, he removed the covers. Since it was slower, it gave him more time to adjust to the air around him instead of having it all hit him at once. Once he was completely out of the comfort of his warm bed, he went over to his closet, picking out some of the clothes he wanted to wear.

Whenever he got gotten on his shirt and pants, he tugged on his brown boots that his mother had gotten for him last Christmas. He wore them every day he could, they were just so comfortable in his opinion.

The drive to school wasn't all too fun but it beat walking to school in the wet, winter rain. Although, he did love the way that the water would patter against the front windshield whenever he was at a red light, how different patterns would form each time.

It was beautiful in his opinion, everything was beautiful. Everything was, from the blue skies to the brown dirt, everything was remarkably beautiful in his opinion. His mother always told him that life was a beautiful thing, that is, if you make it beautiful. Harry's mum was always a wise woman, and he admired her a lot.

Once he was inside of his classroom, he began to think about his mum and how she left him for a while. He knew she didn't want to, but he still couldn't help but feel a little tug in the bottom of his heart and think that it was all his fault.

His first period was a free block so he was allowed to just sit there and do whatever he wished to do.

At the moment, he was waiting on his best friends Liam and Zayn to come in. He couldn't tell you how long they'd been friends, it just happened.

Whenever they finally did come in, Harry sighed in relief. He smiled and waved timidly at them as they took a seat next to him.

"Hey, how are you on this fine morning?" Zayn asked in a perky manner, probably too perky for Liam's liking because next thing Harry knew was Liam playfully slapping Zayn's arm and rolling his eyes.

"I'm fine, just a bit tired, you know?" He said and he started to play on his phone. His mother had sent it to him for Christmas and it was the one way he could stay in contact with her.

The door opened and everyone, including Harry, turned to see who it was. The teacher was quick to clear his throat and to get everyone's attention off of the new kid. However, Harry couldn't help but stare at the boy who had just entered the classroom.

A boy about Harry's age walked in the room. Harry thought he was a little short to be in twelfth grade but thought nothing of it. There were a lot of short people at his school.

He watched as the boy walked up to the teacher and gave him a piece of paper and whenever the teacher told him to take a seat in the back Harry couldn't help but smile. He loved meeting new people and he couldn't wait to talk to the new kid.

Harry also paid attention to how the boy was constantly tugging at his sleeves and shuffling his feet, not many people there did that. He noticed how he didn't smile, not even a little bit. He noticed how there were huge, dark circles under the boy's eyes, he looked as if he had not slept in weeks. That's something that made Harry really worried. Harry was also just a really caring person.

"It's not nice to stare," Liam said as he gently shook Harry's shoulder, and honestly, harry didn't know he had been starring at the boy.

"Yeah, sorry. Just tired. Um, do either of you know who he is?" harry asked curiously. They turned their heads and looked at the boy who had just walked in, Liam nodded.

"That's Louis Tomlinson." he said, "He was Niall Horan's best friend, you know the Irish lad. Louis left this school two years ago because he was being bullied and told to kill himself so much. Attempted suicide in the middle of the year, overdose. Niall and Louis haven't been seen together in years, doubt they're still friends."

Harry just nodded and said nothing more of the conversation. He didn't understand why such a beautiful boy would want to hurt himself, but, the world was cruel, very cruel. Some things in life just can't be changed. Of course, Harry has been bullied but he'd never, ever, put a razor to his skin.

As he sat there, he watched how Louis sat in his seat with his knees pulled to the desk. He watched how dull and lifeless his eyes looked, almost grey, but if you looked just right, you could see an ocean blue color. A color eyes harry always wanted.

Harry came up with a plan, and that was to make Louis happy.