You Found Me (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

You know that feeling you get in your stomach because you scared and nervous. Scared of being rejected. Scared of losing everyone. Scared of being alone. That's the feeling I have now. I'm Harry Styles. I'm 14 years old and I'm gay. The thing is my parents don't know that...and today's the day they find out.

I took a deep breath and walked into my house. "Mum?" I called out. "Kitchen honey!" She yelled back. I walked into the kitchen to see my mum and dad sitting talking. I guess it's now or never. "Can I talk to you guys?" "Of course son! You can always come to us for anything!" My dad smiled at me. "I-i I'm gay." I stated bluntly.

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That was 2 years ago. 2 years ago my life changed forever. 2 years ago my parents stopped loving me. 2 years ago I lost my parents. They were replaced my vicious abusive homophobic people.

Faggot I heard someone say as I walked through the doors of my highschool. Did I mention I live in probably the most homophobic town ever. I have no friends. Ever since people found out I was gay I lost everyone. Family and friends.

I walked to my locker ignoring the usual words and stares of everyone. I grabbed my things for first period and headed there early, hoping to not run into the schools biggest bully, Nick. "Styles where do you think your going?" I heard a cold voice say making me stop and turn around. "Didn't think you could avoid me did you?" Nick smirked. I just looked down. "I'm talking to you!" He yelled pushing me into the ground. "Faggot!" He yelled kicking me a few times in the ribs before walking away with his possy. The same thing happened every morning at school. No one stopped him. At first I tried but I learned the hard way it's better to just keep your mouth shut. I winced as I stood up and grabbed my things, heading to my first period.

I managed to avoid Nick during passing periods and lunch today and there's only one class of the day left. My favorite. Music. Music had always been my favorite subject. Music is all I have. It's my escape from what's really going on. I smiled as I walked into the classroom and took my seat. Once the bell rang an unfamiliar face stepped into the classroom. "Hello everyone. I'm Mr. Tomlinson. I'll be your new music teacher. " he greeted everyone smiling. I looked up and at him. Woah. He was gorgeous! "What happened to mrs. Smith?" Someone asked. "She took a job offer somewhere else" he smiled. His eyes crinkled when smiled. I didn't notice I was staring until he stood looked me in the eyes. I immediately looked down my cheeks heating up.

The whole period I kept my head down but listened to what Mr. Tomlinson was saying and occasionally taking notes. Soon enough the bell rang and I was the first out of the classroom. I made my way to my locker and gathered my things. I tried to quickly leave but as I was making my way down the hallway a foot tripped me. I looked up to see Nick and his possy laughing at me. I ignored them and got up only to have a fist collide with my jaw. "Give it up Styles no one even wants you here!" He spit in my ear and walked off. I stood up slowly and walked out of the school. I sniffled as I walked home alone, like every other day, but I couldn't help but let the tears fall. No matter how hard I tried to ignore the pain it's always there. And my jaw was throbbing. I pulled the hood of my sweatshirt over my head so no one could see my tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes.

I walked up to my house and saw my dad's car in the driveway. Great. I quietly walked into the house hoping to get to my room before my father could here me. As soon as I was fully in the house my father slammed the door shut and grabbed me. "Why you home so late Faggot?" He snickered. I could smell the alcohol in his breath. "W-walked." I said. Smack. "Talk right!" He said after hitting my face. "I had to walk home" I said again trying my best to not cry. He just laughed and pushed me down. "When you gonna learn no one wants you here? You ruined this family! Your a disgrace!" My father screamed in my face. I felt pain in my stomach as he kicked me. I screamed when he hit the same spot Nick did. "Please dad!" I cried. Wanting it to end. "Shut up! Your not my son!" He shouted and kicked me one last time. I couldn't breath. I couldn't move. Somehow I gathered enough strength to climb the stairs to my room. The tears were rolling now. I couldn't stop them. Everything hurt. I don't understand why it's me. Why do I have to be gay. Why is it such a bad thing to love the same gender. I am still the same person I was 2 years ago. I didn't change.

I sighed and walked into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and there was a bruise forming on my left cheek. I pulled up my sweat shirt to see dark purple bruises lining my stomach and sides. The person in the mirror didn't look like me. He was thin and pale besides the bruises covering him. I looked down and saw what I needed. My only real friend. My razor. I pulled up my sleeve and saw the pink cuts from yesterday and the scars from previous days. I took the razor and pushed it again my wrist and slid it across. One for being gay. Two for being a disgrace. Three for being a faggot. The continued until my arm was covered. I watched the dark blood drip from my arm. I deserved all this! I was a disgrace! I shouldn't be here. I was feeling light headed but ignored it and cleaned up the mess.

First chapter :)