↠delinquent↠ {Larry Fanfic}

two.

two. here i come.

{Harry's POV}

The next morning, I wake up to loud yelling coming from my parents room. But then it stops. I hear nothing until I hear banging at my bedroom door. I walk over and unlock it hestitantly.

When I open the door I see my father, and he hasn't calmed down at all from last night. If anything, he looked even madder.

Before I get a chance to back up, or even flinch I feel even more punches steaming off my dad. His fist was dancing on my face for about five minutes, then he stopped and looked at me. I could feel a stinging pain come from my cheeks and felt a cool liquid dripping from my nose.

My dad gets up and I see tears streaming down his face. But he quickly wipes them away and says one thing that hurt me worse than any of the punching.

"Your such a damn disappointment. I didn't raise you like this."

I just sat their trying to hold back my tears, but my eyes betray me as the salty water starts spilling out of my eyes. My dad shakes his head and says six words, then leaves the room.

"I'm discusted that your my son."

I can't move. What have I done? I ruin my relationship with my father and know I can't even be in the same room as him, without him throwing his fist at me.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on my door. "Come in." I say quietly while quickly trying to wipe all my tears away.

Gemma walks in and right when she sees me, she runs over and hugs me. I was shocked, cause I thought she was mad at me. Mad that I couldn't be the protective brother that she wanted me to be. Mad that I wasn't normal. And mad that I would be so embarrassing that she wouldn't even want to look at me or hear my name. But instead of doing any of that stuff she is here now, holding me tight and rocking me back and forth. "Shh... shh... your okay." She leans back and takes a good look at me. "Come here, let me clean you up." She says then stands up and holds her hand out for me to take. I grab her hand and she pulls me towards the bathroom.

As we enter the bathroom, I look at the image in the mirror. On the outside I am a beaten up pathetic, broken guy, but what people don't understand, is that on the inside I'm just the same Harry that I was before I told anyone about my sexuality.

Gemma grabs a towel and wets the washcloth fully, then squeezes out the excess water. She gently rubs the wet towel over my face to wipe off the blood coming from my nose and mouth. "Your face will probably be a rainbow when it starts to heal." Gemma says giving a monotone chuckle.

When I dont answer, Gemma stops washing my face for a second, then lifts my chin up with her hand, trying to get me to look into her eyes. But I refuse. I will not let her see all the pain Im in. I dont want to see the look on her face, and I certainly dont want her to feel bad for me. Im suppose to protect her... NOT the other way around. "Im sorry that mom and dad are treating you like this." she says then washes the blood out of the towel and sets it on the hook to dry. She stands in front of me, and says, "I wish there was something i could do to stop all this madness." She leans in and kisses me on the cheek. "I love you Harry." Is the last thing she says before the exits the room.

Those words kept playing in my head over and over. "I wish there was something i could do..." Gemma couldnt do anything, cause if she came in between the arguement, dad would get mad at her also. And I sure as hell dont know what I would do if my father had layed a hand on her. Nor would I want to know what I would do. But then it hit me. Maybe Gemma cant do anything about it, but maybe I could. I could leave, and help this family by leaving. I would run away and never come back. I am 17, so i can drive. I just dont have the money, and if I wanted to help this family in the least bit, I would have to leave soon. Very soon. I got it! I remembered that my parents had an emergency credit card hidden in their closet drawer, just incase Gemma and I ever needed something, and my parents just happened to not be home.

I walk out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom to start packing up my things. I've never relized how much stuff I had, until I had to pack it all in one bag. I grab a couple t-shirts, some jeans, shorts, sweatshirts, socks, shoes, my pillow, my phone, and a phone chrager, and pack them all in a very large suitcase.

In the middle of my packing i hear a knock on my door. I quickly throw a blanket over the suitcase and casually sit on my bed, trying to look normal. To my suprise, my mum walks in. "Des, Gemma, and I are all going out for supper." She says while looking at the ground to try to avoid eye contact with her disappointment of a son.

"Mum please look at me." I say, totally ignoring her comment. She doesnt move as she stays starring at the ground.

"I cant." Is all she can say when I see a tear fall her eyes and fall to the ground.

"Mom. I havent changed! Im still the same Harry as i was before!" I say and I see her muscles get tense.

She is now looking at me with her red eyes that have bags under them, making it look like she hasnt slept in a few days. "Dont call me your mother. I will not take responsibility for your stupid actions. I did not raise you to be like this." She spits out, then raises her voice. "And dont you dare say that you are the same Harry as before, because you arent! You are not even close to the same Harry as he was before! He used to love god, but now the devil has taken over him, and there is no getting him back." She says viciously, but softens it up at the end. The next five words hit me in the chest, making me feel like I was dying.

"You are not my son." She says then turns to walk out of the room.

Thats was the last straw. The answer to all the questions I had. Like, 'Will they miss me?' 'Will they regret anything they said or did?' But now I no that they dont care about me anymore. And that they wont regret anything that they said or did. To them I was just some demon that took over Harrys skin and bones, and that I wasnt the 'real' Harry.

As I see them pull out of the driveway, I grab my bag from under the blanket, and start to walk out of ,y room. I go to Gemmas room and leave a note for her on her bed. I set in neatly on her pillow, tears threatning to fall from my eyes. I take on last look at her room, and turn to leave, strolling my suitcase behind me. I leave the house, grabbing the credit card on the way. I call the only person that knows everything about me, and had offered for me to come and stay with him since like forever. My best mate, Zayn.

He tells me that he would be delighted if I would come and stay with him, after I had told him what had happened. So I grab my keys, throw my suitcase into the backseat, and hop in the car without looking back.

Doncaster, here i come.

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alright, i just wanted to clear up any confusion and questions you might have. I no that Zayn doest live in Doncaster, i no that he was from Badford. So no i am not a carrot. ;-) I just had to put Zayn in Doncaster, cause it leads up to something important in the future. :-) So please dont leave any hate comments saying "Zayn doesnt live in Doncaster..." cause I already no that. This is MY fanfic, and i have a plan for putting Zayn there. So please just be patient and work with me here. hahaha :0) so anyways.... could you guys PLEASE tell your friends about this or something? please follow, like, VOTE, comment, read my other books, anything that would help :-) hehe love you guys, kisses.