I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter One

A/N i feel like it starts really bad but I promise it get's longer and better if you keep reading :3 love you all xoxo

Harry woke up this morning like any other morning. He would wake up at 6:04 three minutes before the alarm would go off. In this three minutes Harry will sit staring at the wall or the ceiling, whichever he feels comfortable doing, and whisper into the silence of the room each of his flaws. It’s not like he would do this on purpose, he doesn't do It for attention or sympathy, Its purely just done by habit. 'Fat' he will call or 'big nose' simple things like this that he will repeat until his alarm cuts him off at 6:07. He gets out of bed, slowly, careful not to stretch and open any closed cuts, and make his way to his cupboard where he finds some shorts and a loose t-shirt. Slipping on his running shoes and turning on his IPhone's music and making his way downstairs. When Harry runs, Harry feels safe; It's as simple as that. When he runs he feels as though he Is the only one around, he Is the only one who can possibly hurt himself, and thinking like that Is really all that matters.

Harry returns from his run at 6:42 this morning and Maura, his foster mum, would have set breakfast up for him.

'Good morning sunshine!' she would call, and Harry would simply reply with a smile and a mouthful of his cereal or toast, whatever It Is she would have made that morning. 'How did you sleep?' Maura will question, and Harry will simply shrug. It’s not that he doesn't like her, he simply Is just scared of her rejection or disapproval. Maura adopted Harry when he was seven, before that he was In and out of different homes from the age of three. He Is now 17 years old, so technically the Horan's are his family and he should feel safe but It’s not the easiest thing when he just looks so different from them. The next to come down to the kitchen was Niall, It was only them three who lived In the house so Harry shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when Niall took a seat next to him without saying a word. Niall was a year older then Harry, they were the same height, and they got along really well. Harry was jealous of Niall though, he had blue eyes that Harry could stare In to all day long, though he wouldn't because that would be considered weird.

'Good morning ya lil shit' Niall would say, Its okay though because he Is fond of harry, his little brother of ten years. 'Niall, language please' Maura would scowl Niall, and Harry would laugh as Niall rolls his eyes and ruffles Harry's hair

'Good morning NI'

'Go have a shower and get ready so we can go, you stink like a horse Harold' so Harry would do as Niall says, without a word, and Niall and Maura would see the same thing every morning, Harry doesn't feel comfortable with them as much as they do with him, and they hope one day It will be different or one day they will speak to him about It,

'Tomorrow will be different' Maura will say to Nail when she Is sure Harry Is up the stairs, and Niall will just nod, knowing It won't be.

'Today will be a good day' Harry will say to himself as he stands In front of the mirror of his bathroom and examine his body, left to right, head to toe. He feels different today, he feels happy.

Harry was wrong. So far today hasn't been different at all. He has made It through all of his classes and he Is now on his way to the tree he meets his friends at for lunch. The problem is that his three best friends consist of his brother and his two best friends. Niall met Liam and Zayn when he first started school at the age of four, since then they have been Inseparable. When Harry moved In with Maura and Niall, Zayn and Liam were always around the house, they took him into their group when they saw Harry being bullied at the age of eight by some guys In their class. The three of them ended up giving the boys hurting Harry a lesson which Included many punches and kicks, very brutal for a bunch of nine year olds, and ever since then Harry sort of just stuck. As Harry got nearer to the tree they usually met at, he could briefly make out the sight of the dark quiff, the leather jacket and the puff of smoke leaving his mouth. 'Hey little one' Zayn calls as Harry nears. Harry already feeling slightly agitated from his first five classes was In no mood for Zayn’s snarky comments.

'Don't call me little, I'm a year younger then you, where's Liam and Niall' Harry shoved Zayn as he sat down next to him, Zayn offered him a smoke, Harry took It and threw It away. 'We do the same thing every day Zaynie, thought you would have learned by now' Harry smirked up at Zayn when he groaned at his nickname Harry had given him, earning him a bit too hard of a punch.

'You are so annoying, where do you think they are, obviously still In class dumb ass' Zayn was slightly aggravated with Harrys actions, though he must agree, that does happen every day.

'Sorry' Harry mumbled making himself look busy, pretending Zayn's words didn’t affect him as much as they did.

'Ay you two!!' Harry looked up to see Liam making his way over to them. Liam was Harry's favourite, not that he would tell any of them, purely just because Liam Is always so kind and easy to talk to no matter what the situation, although he knows that all the boys love him, Liam just seems like he cares that little bit extra.

'LI! I missed you!' Zayn would screech and grab for him like a child would his mum.

'Fuck off Zayn, we were just together' Liam punches him slightly, 'hazz, how’s your day been so far?'

'Same as usual, shit.'

'D'you wanna talk about It?'

Harry was about to respond when something caught his attention. Someone to be more specific. Niall was now walking towards them with a particularly gorgeous boy next to him. He was gorgeous, lean, soft brown hair, but the thing that caught Harry’s attention, were his eyes, they were mesmerizing, Harry felt he was almost In a trance.

'Guys! This Is Louis! HIs new, just got ere today from Doncaster!' Niall shouted towards them, getting two not so Interested hey’s from Liam and Zayn who seemed to be In a conversation already, and a small whine from Harry who seems to have lost all control. 'Lou this Is Zayn, Liam and Harry, hazz is my younger brother so you won't have any classes with him or anything like that'

'Oh cool, nice to meet you guys' Harry was staring at Louis, he couldn't help It, Louis' smile was the greatest thing to happen to Harry In years, he found himself smiling at Louis.

'Nice to meet you too' Harry sounded so small, he couldn't help It, Louis was beautiful, and Harry wasn't. Niall was now sucked Into Zayn and Liam’s conversation about the football match this weekend.

'Are you two really brothers? You look nothing alike!' Louis asked Harry as he placed himself down next to Harry.

'Uh yeh, we aren't really blood related, I was adopted when I was seven' Harry felt small and ugly under Louis gaze.

'Oh! That makes more sense aha, what happened to your real parents?' Harry froze; he hasn't shared this Information with anyone in his life, well besides his real parents of course. Louis must have noticed Harry's sudden change In mood because he immediately started talking again, 'shit I’m so sorry, I have this horrible thing where I start to blab when I’m nervous and I don't mean to be so blunt and stupid and I'm so horribly sorry, you're just really pretty and I don’t know what to say, and shit I just said that allowed' Harry chuckled, did Louis really just say he was pretty? No he wouldn't have, Harry Is anything but pretty. 'Oh you’re laughing okay that’s a good sign, I’m so sorry please forgive me'

'It's fine seriously, all good, I have to go guys, It was nice meeting you Louis, I hope to see you around' and with that Harry got up and walked to his next class.