Broken beyond repair? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 10

Heeeey guyys.... *hides in a corner* I'm soooooooo sorry I didn't update for soooo long! I just had a rough time! But I was 2 weeks in London, so my English improved... hopefully!
Anyway... Here's chapter 10!!
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Chapter 10 (Harrys' POV)
Song: "Pretend to be somebody", by Revolving Door

"Why can't we adhere to what we really are inside? Are we two faced? And tell me, why do we pretend to be somebody else than we are?"

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I had just put the Pizza in the oven when a sudden wave of weakness overcame me. My legs gave out and pain flashed through my stomach.

Only seeing black spots I let myself slowly slide down the counter, sitting on the ground. I leaned my head back and took a couple of deep breaths trying to get my strengh back, wich I obviously lost because I didn't eat enough the past few days.

"HARRY! What's wrong are you okay? Oh my God! Your pale as a ghost! Talk to me! Do you even hear me? Haz? Harry!" Louis rambled as he came in kneeling beside me.

"I'm fine Lou! Stop rambling! It was just a moment... With all the stress lately, you know..." I said opening my eyes and looking at him.

"You sure?" He eyed me up and down.

"Yeah..." With wobbly legs I stood up taking Lou with me, who was still checking me out.

I smirked:"Like what you see?"

He frowned:"No! When was the last time you ate something Harry? You're as skinny as a twig!"

I felt my face go white. Shit! Good job Harry! Cover up!!

"Lou... I'm not that thin and I ate this morning and now when I made the Pizza!" It hurt lying to him, but what should I do? ai didn't want to see the disappointment in his eyes, when I would tell him that I ate nearly nothing these days.

"C'mon... lets get the food to the hungry beasts out there" I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Lou didn't look convinced but nevertheless took the pizza out of the oven and pecked me on the lips.

"Fine, but I'll do it. Wouldn't want you to drop the Pizza now, would I?" he smiled and took the plate into the livingroom. I followed soon after, sitting at the table across from Niall and beside Lou. Liam was sitting near Niall and Zayn at the end of the table.

"My God! I think this is the best Pizza I ever ate... And I ate a lot of Pizza! You're a genious Haz!" Niall moaned.
The others nodded in agreement and I smiled.

"Haha, well... Happy that you're enjoying it. But shouldn't you save the moaning for someone special? Not that I don't think the Pizza isn't enjoying it."

"Nuhu... Nood is very much real!"

"Nood? What the hell even is that?" Liam asked.

"The shipname the fans made for Niall and food... You know, like Larry Stylinson..." Zayn answered since Niall was shoving even more Pizza in his mouth.

I felt the blush creep upon my cheek and Louis smiled at me. But his smile faded as soon as he looked at my noneexistent plate in front of me.

"You're not hungry Haz? You should try this." Liam said nodding to the Pizza.

Shit...

"Uhm... I know how my Pizza tastes... And no, I ate during the cooking." I fake smiled, wich seemed to convince him since he shrugged and got back to eating. Louis instead was a different story. He had put down his Pizza and placed a hand on mine, entertwining our hands.

"I think you should eat something..." he frowned.

"I said I'm not hungry Lou, just let it go." I said maybe too harshly, because Louis let go of my hand and shrank back into his seat.

"I'm sorry, Boo. I'm just sressed." I smiled, a real smile actually. He was about to answer but Zayn cut him off:" What's up with you two?"

"What do you mean?" I asked not really knowing what he was referring to.

"He's right... You act different towards each other." Liam stepped in. By now everyone had stopped eating. Even Niall, who whispered: "And shit goes down."

"Well..." Louis began but I interrupted him by saying: " I need the loo." and running upstaires, locking myself in the bathroom. I sat on the toilet, trying to regain my breath, exhausted from just running up here.

Suddenly it happened. The urge returned. I felt all hot and cold and frantically looked around the bathroom for something sharp, but before I even had the time to stand up...

"Harry? Are you in there? Let me in?" Louis called from the other side of the door.

I groaned in frustration and said no.

"Please Haz! I wanna talk to you!"

I knew he was stubborn and would stand in front of the door the whole night if he had to, so I unlocked the door and sat on the loo again, trying to keep calm.
He entered and locked the door again kneeling in front of me.

"Haz?" he asked softly, but I avoided his gaze.

"Hey! Harry look at me, please."

I didn't buldge. So he put a finger under my chin and lifted it up forcing me to look at him. I felt a lonely teardrop run down my cheak.

"Why did you run away?"

I shrugged and looked away again.

"Harry please. I won't be mad... I just want to understand."

"Don't know... guess 'm afraid" I finally answered.

"What are you afraid of?" Lou had confusion written all over his face.

"Of being judged."

"But they're our friends." He was still confused so I elaborated.

"It's not only the boys! There are management, family, fans! And I...I'm just afraid of being judged! But then again I don't want to pretend!"

"Then why do you pretend?" his face now had a look of understandment.

"Because sometimes we have to pretend to fit in."

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I know, I know... CLIFFHANGAAAAAA! Don't hate me... I'm already writing on the new chapter... I know this is short but I think my writing has improved (what do you think?). This is written on my phone so I'm sorry for any typos and such! Love y'all!!