Please, Just Leave Me To Die *Narry Storan*

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Hey! So yeah, I know that it's been almost a week since I updated but for once I have an excuse! Yeah so I was away Friday-Sunday with no wifi plus I'm ill with tonsillitis so I feel like I got hit by a truck and my stomachs really hurting me so sorry its late and it's probably crappy... Yeah so here's the chapter!

Harry's pov

I tried to walk through my front door quietly, it was pretty late and it was past curfew. I hoped that maybe my uncle was either passed out, sleeping or at the bar down the street which would lead him to those things. Either way, I desperately wanted to avoid him. I doubt he knew nor cared that I'd been in the hospital for the past week and almost died. It would be a blessing to him if I died, no more annoying teenager to ruin his 'image' and his life. He'd probably also curse on my grave though, since he wouldn't get any child benefits anymore. Not that he deserved them.

"Where have you been faggot!" My uncle more demanded rather than asked.

"T-the hospital" I cried. I didn't want to mention that I'd been out with Niall, or that Niall even existed. It would only turn out worse for the both of us.

"Has your disease finally began taking a toll on your health?" He was talking about my sexuality, apparently to him gay's a disease. I don't understand how though, you can't catch it. "Good, it might make you think twice before you go around butt-fucking boys you disgusting creature" he snarled at me.

"Y-yes sir" I had no idea what else to say. Anything could tip him over the edge at this moment.

"Get out of my sight you disgusting freak of nature" he slapped me across my right cheek and I stumbled up the stairs. It hurt, sure but I was just glad that was the only punishment I'd gotten, it could have been much worse.

I stumbled into my bedroom and slammed the door behind me, curling up in a ball behind the wood. I cried about everything, what I'd done to Niall, my family, my uncle,my sexuality. No matter how hard I tried, the tears just wouldn't stop flowing.

That night, I did it again. I sliced my skin viciously with the metal. I wouldn't think I would again since I was hospitalised last time, but I couldn't stop myself. I needed it, I craved it. I craved the feeling of pain, the feeling of warm blood trickling down my wrists. The feeling of relief.

But I felt something I hadn't felt I'm a long time.

I felt guilty.

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I woke up the next morning still sat behind my door, I didn't bother to move last night. I looked at my clock and realised that I was just a little over a hour late for school, I bet Niall was concerned.

I pulled myself up quickly and ran into the bathroom. The stench of alcohol and vomit made my eyes water and caused me to gag. Obviously my Uncle had drank himself to sleep last night, once again.

The water wouldn't switch on or run when I turned on the tap, like it normally would. I sighed, realising that the water bill wouldn't have been paid, my uncle probably drank away the thoughts of even paying bills for important things like water. That's just him all over though, he remembers when he's getting money I.e my child benefits but always seems to forget when he's the one paying.

I left the bathroom smelling of sweat and god knows what since I haven't showered in days. It's safe to say I stank. Yep, brilliant. Can't wait to impress Niall with my awesome smell, honest.

I trudged out the front door, down the street and into the park. Spending about five minutes to try and pry my eyes away from the music store. Even if a miracle happened and I was able to own one of those wooden beauties, my uncle would no doubt trash it so it was pointless to own one in the first place.

I decided that I honestly didn't want to go into school and face everybody when I looked and smelled like I did. I chose to spend my day lied under an oak tree in the corner of the park instead, in the shade and away from civilisation.

I spent hours watching people in the park. I watched the parents of small children run around trying to keep them safe while they climbed on the climbing frame. Joggers ran past me as I laid there unnoticed with their earphones blasting all sorts of different genres of music. Dads kicked footballs to their sons and teenagers threw frisbees for their dogs to catch.

Everything seemed unbelievably perfect and unrealistic. It seemed nice to just escape and enjoy the peace and quiet once in a while.

"Oh hey Harry, thought it was you" Niall greeted me and sat down.

"Hey" I smiled and leaned my head against the trunk of the tree.

"How come you weren't at school today?"

"Showers broke, I stink and I didn't really want to face everybody while I stink like a sewer" I muttered.

"Thought something smelt ripe" he chuckled.

"Sorry" I apologised, feeling suddenly selfcontious.

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't mean to upset you" Niall whispered.

"It's okay" I muttered.

We sat in silence for a while and I continued to watch the school children run out of the primary school across the road and into the park, rushing to be first in line for the ice cream van.

"Come on" Niall grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?"

"My house, you need a shower" he chuckled.