Harry never felt loved everyone over looked him. his friends treated his like shit. so he treated them like shit. he only treats people how they treat him.
he had his eyes open for trouble but never spotted it in time. he feels like he was the cause for so many deaths.
he had watched one if his friends that actually treated him well commit suicide. he had watched everyone he loved fade away.
he felt like he was the cause of it.
many people said that he was.
his wrist, stomach and thighs were scarred.
with everyone against him he felt alone. unloved but in love.
there was a girl.
her name was (y/n) she was a very reserved girl. she always listened to music and was always writing it drawing.
the thing was Harry was too shy to admit his love to her.
Harry was shy. he was scared her would cause we death to. he didn't want that.
the thing is... she loved him. but she was afraid that she would cause his death like she did to all her friends.
they were cursed with the same fear and the same living nightmare just one his it better that the other.
when Harry noticed (y/n) sitting alone staring blankly into space with crocodile tears was when he seen how fragile she was.
he then confronted her an talked to her. he made her open up. he made her talk. she made him talk.
Harry finally felt loved. it didn't have to be boyfriend girlfriend it just had to be friendship. even though they both loved each other.
