The Ballet Shoes

Will you?

"Li I need you to take me to the doctors today I get this bloody thing removed today." Harry motioned to the boot cast on his foot. 

"Can't you get your precious Louis to do it?" Liam said sounding in no way happy.

Harry could sense that Liam was irritated? Mad even but about what?

"I can't ask him to do that, he's not my boyfriend yet and plus I have an appointment to check up on unique part of me." Harry explained.

His unique part of him, that's what Harry called his illness. He didn't want to even think of it as a illness, just that it was a part of him and it thought it unique.

"So what?" Liam snapped "he wasn't your boyfriend last night but you bloody let him fuck you!" Liam stood now showing every ounce of his annoyance. 

"Excuse me?!" Harry stood crossing the dorm to him.

"You bloody heard me Harry! I thought you were better then that? You obviously aren't, you let him fuck you so you don't have to say you love him? He's got you so whipped, you're blind!" Liam hissed.

Harry felt the tears stream down his cheeks. He couldn't believe Liam right now. He felt sick to his stomach.

"YOU ASSHOLE I DID TELL HIM I LOVE HIM! I TOLD HIM BEFORE WE EVEN FUCKED! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY BEST FRIEND AND WOULD BE HAPPY FOR ME! I'M SO DISGUSTED AND HURT. I CAN NOT BELIEVE YOU-" Harry broke down in tears. 

He walked to his closet pulling out his zebra printed duffle bag. He pulled his clothes off the racks throwing them in the bag he grabbed everything and threw it in the bag. Once it was all packed he zipped it and threw it over his shoulder.

"Harry wait I'm-" Liam stepped in front of him as he got to the door.

"Screw you." Harry cried picking his book bag up putting it over his shoulder.

"Harry I'm-" Liams voice shook as he started crying.

"Leave me alone Liam and move out of my way." Harry cried as he opened the door when Liam moved.

He wasn't going to stay with Louis he was going to stay in a hotel. One he could afford with the little money he had. He got his car and drove to the doctors first he was late already. He quickly fixed his face. His eyes were red but if anyone asked he'd tell them it's allergies just to avoid crying again. He had to force himself to stop crying. Liam would not stop calling. He turned his phone on silent as he walked in the doctor checking himself in.

He got his boot off and was all clear to go back to ballet.

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Harry always came to the special doctor with Liam. Everytime he worried something might be wrong. The doctor warned him when he first found out about the unique part of him.

"Harry Styles." a nurse called from the door.

He stood following the small woman back. She was rather old she had grey hair but she wasn't really old. She was about 60 years old. She was sweet as she asked Harry the usual questions.

"Any pain?" the nurse smiled.

"Well I just started feeling this really dull pain about a week ago, right about here." Harry pointed to the middle of his stomach.

To which the nurse carefully noted.

"Any unusal changes?"

"Well," Harry gulped "I've been eating a lot more than usual and I get these awful tastings for things I don't really like and if I don't eat them I throw up. My stomach kinda feels like somethings just stuck in there, I don't know."