feeling safe || zarry stylik

Day 147

Harry looks up at Ollie over his steaming mug of tea and searches his face for some kind of emotion. Ollie just continues to chug his pint, and when he's finished, he burps loudly. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he sneers.

Harry blushes, and looks back down at his plate. He's hardly touched his eggs benedict, and he knows he should be hungry, but he just can't seem to shake the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Why aren't you eating?"

Harry looks back up at Ollie, who's scowling. He's awfully grumpy today. Harry shrugs, and furrows his brows. "I dunno. Guess I'm still feeling a bit sick."

Ollie rolls his eyes. "Are you mad at me or something? Did what I said about you being fat put you in a pissy mood? Because honestly I don't understand why you're so offended. I was just being honest."

Harry swallows the lump in his throat, and tries his very best to smile. "No, no, I'm not mad. Just feel a little sluggish and queasy. Sorry."

Ollie lets out a sharp breath, and pinches the bridge of his nose. "You're so fucking melodramatic. You probably just ate some bad chicken last night or something. You don't need to complain so much."

Harry tries not to look too hurt, and nods. "Yeah, sorry. Um, can we go soon? I kind of want to take a nap."

Ollie rolls his eyes yet again, and drops his napkin onto the table. "I was having a nice time enjoying my food, but since your miserable ass won't stop complaining and being a baby, I guess we can go. Are you happy?"

No. Harry blanches, and as he opens his mouth to apologise, he's cut off by Ollie scoffing and standing up huffily. "Are we going or what? We don't have all day."

Harry hurriedly pays, puts his coat back on, and nods when he's ready. He follows Ollie out onto the street, and can't help but feel especially morose. He hangs back a bit as Ollie calls a cab, and he wipes a tear away from his eye. "Are you coming, Harry?"

He snaps out of his trance, and gets into the backseat of the cab. Ollie rests his hand on Harry's knee, and squeezes firmly. Almost too firmly. Harry grits his teeth as Ollie squeezes even harder, and lets out a whimper as he digs his fingernails into Harry's skin. "Ollie! Let go, please! You're hurting me!"

Ollie lets go quickly, and stares out the window, furthering himself from Harry. The cabbie looks up in his rearview mirror, and clears his throat. "Everythin' okay back there, lads?"

Ollie scowls, and looks straight ahead. "Yep. Just fine."

Harry wipes his cheeks, and bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying. Ollie scoffs, and hisses, "You're such a fucking crybaby, Harry. Grow up."

Harry's chin trembles, and he silently pays the cabbie, and follows Ollie up to their flat. Ollie slumps down on the couch, and snaps his fingers impatiently. "Harry, bring me a glass o-"

"W-why are you so mean to me? Have I done something wrong? I'm sorry if I have, Ollie, I really am! I'll make it up to you, I swear! Please, just tell me what I did!" Harry pleads, tears streaming down his face by the end.

Ollie rolls his eyes, and lets out a huffy breath. "What haven't you done? You're stupid, you're fat and ugly, you're bad in bed, you dress like a tosser, and you're just so needy and annoying. Ugh, why am I even with you?"

Harry lets out a sob, and he feels his knees wobble a bit. "Ollie, I'm sorry! What can I do to be better?!"

"Hmm, lets see. Maybe just try changing every aspect of your personality and body, and then we might be headed in the direction."

Harry puts out his arm to lean on the kitchen counter to keep himself from shaking too much, and wipes his cheeks messily with his sleeve. "I'm sorry! I don't know how I'd do that-"

Ollie scoffs, and walks away from Harry. He stops in the doorway of their bedroom, and glares at poor Harry. "Just- Ugh. Just go cut yourself, loser."

Ollie slams the door loudly, and Harry flinches at the noise. He staggers over to the couch, and curls up into a ball. He's stopped crying at this point, but he feels even worse than before. He just feels like such a disappointment. Maybe cutting himself wouldn't be such a bad idea.