↠delinquent↠ {Larry Fanfic}

four.

four. moving on.

{Harrys POV}

I walk up to Zayns doorstep, and knock on the door. Im tired as hell and Im ready for a desent sleep from all the driving. 

I here footsteps walking towards the door as the door opens. "Whoa man! What happened to you?" His eyes are wide and look like they are horrified.

"Well that was very welcoming." I say as I pass by him, rolling my suitcase behind me. 

He turns around as his eyes scan over my body, trying to get his mind to process all of the changes my dad and I have made on my body. Gemma was right, my face did turn out to be a rainbow as she said it would be.

"Sorry man, Im just sort of.... shocked. I mean you told me that your parents were verbally abusing you, but you never said anything about them physically abusing you as well. And dont even get me started on your hair and contacts." He closes the door then walks over to me and crosses his arms, as I sit onto the couch and stretch out from the long 4 hour ride.

I sigh, "Just leave it. Please." I stand back up and grab my suitcase. "Where am I staying?" I say, and I swear Zayns eyes havent stop looking at me since the second I entered the room. "Dude. You alive?" I ask him, as he jumped from his thoughts. 

He takes a second to get back to reality, then asks, "Sorry, what?"

"Where..... am I.... stayinggg?" I say as slowly as possible so that he has time to let the words soak in.

"Oh umm.. let me show you." He says then starts walking towards the long hallway. 

I pull the handle up from my suitcase and start scrolling behind Zayn with my bag dragging behind me. We finally get to the room and I thank him for taking me in, and then he tells me that i should probably get some sleep. I am very tired so I just agree and tell him to have a good nights sleep. He leaves, leaving me alone in he new room.

I close the door and put my suitcase on my bed, and unzip it so I can unpack a few things before I go to bed. I pull out some of my t-shirts and sweatshirts and put them up in the closet. Then take my jeans, fold them, then put them in the dresser. I pull out my pajamas and my toothbrush and toothpaste. I pull my pajamas on then walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I spit out the minty paste in my mouth and then wipe the edges of my mouth with the towel that was hung up on the wall beside the sink. I sit up and see myself in the mirror. I run my fingers over the purple welts that were forming on my face. I think to myself that this bruise, is the only thing that I have left of my family, exept for the picture I had brought with me. 

I leave the bathroom and go to my bed where my suitcase is sitting and pull out the picture frame that holds the last decent memory that I had of my once happy family. I stare at the picture, and start to feel my eyes stinging from the tears that were forming. I quickly set the picture frame on the side table and look at the ceiling. 

I never in my life thought that I would be a runaway. That I would be a delinquent. Expecially under the circumstances.

But its okay know. My family will be much happier without me. I know they will.

But... I dont know if I will. 

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 sorry for the sad ending yall. please tell your friends :-)