I Can Make You Feel Okay (larry stylinson)

Chapter thirteen

Harry spent the rest of the day in his room avoiding anyone who wasn't Louis. He didn't know why, but today wasn't one of his best days. As soon as he got home, he just felt tired. He wasn't in the mood to be around Niall laughing at every word Zayn, and he wasn't in the mood to hear what Zayn was trying to say to him. Harry wasn't really in the mood for anything except for his bed.

'Harry, your dinners ready' Harry hadn't realized the time, he really didn't want to get out of bed, though he knew if he didn't, Maura would start worrying. So he got out of bed and made his way to the dining room table. Harry did find himself smiling when he saw Maura sitting at the table waiting for him, then he scanned the room and noticed Zayn was sitting right next to him, so his good mood was shortly replaced.

'Ay! Look who's finally out of bed! How's the hangover Hazz?' Niall ruffled Harry's hair as he sat down and Harry just chuckled slightly not really listening to what Niall was saying. Conversation flowed at the dinner table though Harry was not involved in it, he honestly didn't want to be, that was until he felt Zayn lean across to whisper in his ear.

'You alright Hazz?' Harry flinched slightly, Zayn didn't seem to notice, neither did Niall who was to busy concentrating on his food in front of him and the story Maura was telling them about when Niall had come home last night.

'I'm fine.'

'You've barely touched your food?'

'I'm just not hungry!' Harry pushed Zayn away, too uncomfortable with how close he was to him. Maura noticed the exchange in actions and slowed down on her story, eyeing both of them.

'Harry you don't have to eat dinner now if your not feeling well, go have a shower?'

'That would be great Ma, thank you.' Maura just smiled and got up with him taking his plate to the kitchen.

'Harry come here for a minute?' Harry hesitated but followed her anyway. 'Is everything okay? Do you not want Zayn here?'

'No no! Everything's fine, I'm really just not feeling well. Probably is just the hangover.'

'Okay, well you tell me and I can make sure he stays away for a bit yeh? I'm sure Niall would understand.'

'It's fine Ma, really. Thank you though.'

'I'll put your dinner in the fridge if you want it later okay?'

'Thank you' Instead of having a shower, Harry went straight to bed. He was just on the brink of being asleep before he felt his bed dip at the end.

'Are you going back to old ways?' Fuck off Zayn.

'What do you mean old ways?'

'How you were like a year or so ago. Don't play dumb you know what I'm talking about.' For about a year and a half Harry had starved himself and Zayn was the one who figured it out. He did this before he found relief in cutting himself, that was his way of feeling pain. Like every time his stomach or his bones would ache, he felt alive. The constant headaches and diziness made him feel things he didn't feel every day. When Zayn found out and made sure Harry got back on the right track he tried desperately to find a new relief, and cutting was it. And now that he had gone almost a week without cutting, maybe Zayn was right, maybe he was going back to it because he needed to feel that pain.

'Don't fucking accuse me of it Zayn, you are in no position to pretend to be my best friend right now.'

'Harry I said that shit while I was drunk! I don't even know what I said okay!? Don't hold that against me! I don't want to talk to you about it right now, you're obviously feeling down. Just promise me if you do feel like that again, you'll come to me?'