[REWRITING] Help Me So I Can Rise Again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 12 - I Don't Love You

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I walk in hallway, but nobody seems to notice me right now. Everyone is around something. Cheering. Then I hear smack and someone groaning in pain.

I quickly run there and I push everyone away until I see Harry on the floor Zayn kicking him on the gut.

I see blood on Harry's forehead.

This have to be some kind of really bad joke like seriously.

"Stop!" I shout and Zayn look at me.

"What's up? You're trying to be with your fag boyfriend? Sorry, can't let that happen" Zayn says.

"Okay, every single one of you will leave right now, or else I'll call to Jessica and she'll beat the shit out of you. Believe me, you don't want that" I say and everyone leaves quickly, except Zayn. "What are you waiting for?"

"Why do you care about him so much?" he asks.

"Well, he can hear us, you know" I say.

"No, he can't, he's unconscious" Zayn says, so I look at Harry and I gasp.

His eyes are closed and he's breath sounds coming right so he's sleeping or he's seriously not here.

"Okay, so basically, what do you care?" I ask and my mouth is probably tight straight line.

lol, straight.

Haha.

Okay.

"Well Harry is stupid, well not stupid but he's mean to everyone. Probably to you too, so why? Why'd you be nice when you get only shit back?" Zayn asks.

"I care about him, because there's something special on him. And I promised I will try to fix him. He don't need my help, well he needs, but he don't want my help. He's not gay, he's probably the straightest person I've ever met, but I don't care. He really needs something to fix him. Someone, to fix him. He's not perfect, he'll never be, but it's fine. We are who we are" I say quietly.

"Okay, let's take him to the nurse then" Zayn says and I nod.

*At Harry's*

"Give me beer" Harry groans as I sit next to him on his couch.

"No. I told you already that I'm not letting you drink. You'll die" I say and I try to stay calm.

I'm at Harry's because he needed someone to drive him home. I'm staying here for while to keep company to him because I don't want to let Liam down. But to be honest, I'm really scared.. Harry is criminal and I heard that he beated shit out of one guy who was gay..

"Give. Me. Beer" he says harshly.

"N-No. Let's talk about something and forget alcohol and drugs" I say and I refuse to look at him.

"But I want to get drunk and forget the world and you" Harry says quietly.

Ow..

"Why you want to forget me?" I ask with heart broken.

"Because you made me look like a faggot. Zayn beated me up because of you. My life is ruined because of you" he says but keeps his voice calm.

I feel angry. He thinks this is my fault?

Bitch please, I'm perfect.

I'm unicorn.

"Excuse me? I made you look like gay? You know what? I didn't make you look like gay, YOU were that one who kissed me in front of class. And the reason why you look like gay, might be because you are gay!" I say angrily.

"I'm not gay, Louis. I'm not" Harry says but now he's sobbing.

What I should do? Should I comfort him? I think so.

He cries louder so I wrap my arms around him and I hold him close.

"It's gonna be okay" I say. 

"No, it's not. This was the first time anyone have beated the shit out of me since the day my family walked away from me" he says and I don't think he realizes what he's saying. 

"I promise you, Harry. Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end" I say trying to make him stop crying because it breaks my heart into million pieces like seriously. 

"Promise?" he asks, and I nod. 

We sit there like that for while and when he stops crying, I clear my throat to sign him to sit up. 

He raise his head and look at me straight into my eyes. I blush a little as his gaze comes lower and lower to my lips and then comes back to my eyes. I hold on my breath. 

He's not going to kiss me, right?

Right?

We look at each other the time feels like forever. 

"Louis?" he asks. 

"Yeah?" I ask back. 

I don't have chance to reply because he crashes his lips on mine roughly. His eyes are closed but mine are wide open because I'm shocked. I almost start to kiss him back but then I push him away. 

This isn't right. 

"What's wrong?" he asks and opens his eyes. 

"This isn't right" I sigh and I shake my head a little. 

"What you mean? If you want it, then you have to get it" Harry says with his low and raspy (and so fucking sexy) voice. 

"You have a girlfriend and you love her. Harry, you're not gay. You think you love me, but you don't. You were just lonely when you met me and that's why you think you want to be with me. But you don't really want to" I explain sadly. 

"I love you, Louis" he whispers tears in his eyes again. 

"Harry.. I don't love you. I don't love you, Styles"

I walk alone to my room crying a little. Okay, a lot. 

I just broke his poor little heart and I feel awful. I really do. I have no idea do I love him or not, but I feel really bad. Like REALLY bad. 

But I didn't have a choice. 

He have a girlfriend and I don't want to be that kind of man. 

I think I want Harry, but I can't want him. It's not right. I don't actually think he's serious with me, because he might be like in drugs or something...

I don't know...

I suck and I know it. 

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Sorry for this being really short, I just really wanted to update. :(((

But my chapters will be short because I have a school too and homework and stuff and tests so please forgive me. 

And I don't know will this be a long book or not, but if you comment or vote, I'll make this long. 

Okay, love you.

Bye. 

Be perv. 

Okay. 

I'll stop now. 

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