The Boy Next Door (boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Harry's POV

"Oh my god". I couldn't believe it.

"I t-told you it's b-bad Harry".

"Y-you kill people!?...oh my god you're a fucking murderer!?" Niall didn't do anything. "I-I need to get out of here". I stood up and walked towards the front door. He tugged me back.

"I-I...p-please let m-me-" I snatched my arm from his grasp.

"Get your hands off me! Don't touch me!" I screamed in his face and he stared back at me in fright.

"H-Harry please l-let me-"

"Don't! Don't come near me!"

"P-please Harry I-I-"

"You kill people! Get off of me!" I shoved him away and ran out the front door, over to mine and ran inside, closing the door quickly.

"Where have you been you piece of shit!? Where's my beer!?" I felt force to my face and fell to the ground. "I want my beer!" Another hit. "Where have you been!?"

"I-I was next d-door with Niall".

"Who is Niall? IS HE YOUR BOYFRIEND!? Are you a fag?" I was picked up by my t shirt and shoved against the door, my legs dangling. "Are you a penis sucking fag?" I whimpered and he dropped me on the ground, my bum hitting the floor hard. "GET OUT!" My eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"B-but I'm o-only seventeen!"

"I DONT CARE! YOU'RE A FAG! GET THE FUCK OUT!" He opened the door and shoved me. I fell on the cold pavement. "Leave! You disgust me!" He slammed the door shut and I whimpered. Where am I supposed to go? My phone is in Niall's house, my dad will never let me step foot in the house again, Louis, Zayn and Liam live too far to walk. I have absolutely no money. It's fucking freezing. What am I supposed to do? I curled up on the ground and shivered, my lips trembling as I closed my eyes. I lay there for about an hour, trying to sleep until I heard footsteps only feet away from me. I cautiously opened my eyes.

"Harry? W-why are y-you out h-here? I-it's f-free-freezing!" I felt completely numb and was suddenly in Niall's arms, off the cold ground. "I-I promise I w-won't hurt you". I felt warmth engulf me as he took me indoors and put me on the couch. "I-I'll warm y-you up o-o-okay? D-don't want you g-getting s-s-sick". A blanket wrapped around me. My head was lifted, and put back down on his lap as he ran his fingers through my hair softly. "I-I lied to y-you". I frowned slightly. "I don't k-kill people. I n-never have. I'm not a-a murderer. I-I'm sorry I l-lied. I j-just was s-scared. I have agoraphobia. I f-fear of l-leaving a safe p-place, meaning m-my home. I-I'm afraid of getting h-hurt. I c-can't trust a-anyone. T-that's why I-I l-lied to y-you. I-I'm just so a-afraid of everyone. B-but I s-seem to l-like you. I-I don't trust y-you b-but I f-feel slightly s-safe with y-you. I-I have agoraphobia, OCD, claustrophobia..I-I just h-hate outdoors. I-it's scary, a-and dirty and c-crowded. I-I couldn't h-have kids b-because I-I am not g-good for them. I-I try not t-to think about i-it, but r-really it's the only t-thing that helps me f-forget about h-how lonely I am. H-how unloved I feel. I-I've always b-been ashamed t-to admit it t-to myself. I-I'm a twenty three year o-old man. P-pathetic right?" He scoffed and I began to feel my legs again.

"You're not pathetic Niall".

"Y-yes I am! I'm afraid to l-leave m-my house! I freaked o-out when I w-went to get you". I frowned.

"It's not your fault". I nestled my head more in his lap, enjoying the warmth and the feeling of his fingers running through my hair. "Why did you help me Niall? You said you don't trust anyone? Why did you leave the safety of your home, only to get me into the safety of your home? Niall why?" I looked up at him curiously. He shrugged.