FRAGILE. {Lirry Stayne}

C h a p t e r. 8.

Two updates in one month? Crazy, right? Holy shit guys I can't stop listening to the new 5SOS EP, it's fucking amazing and it's not even released on iTunes yet whoops. Their voices are so nice and I've been a fan for a long time. ACTUALLY~ I might have a slash 5SOS fanfiction coming up not any time soon but I have a few plots down for some fiction on a ship of theirs so if you're interested in them I'd say keep an eye out for that. Once again it won't be any time soon but eventually. ALRIGHT the story.

Something really cute happens this chapter by the way, hope you're excited. ;)

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I jumped where I stood when Liam finally spoke up, my tears were letting up but the strong pangs of agony still rang through my body forcefully. Gut-wrenching nostalgia was clouding my mind and I barely heard anything Liam had just said, but it was probably a load of bullshit anyway.

"Harry? Did you hear me?" I finally tuned in to his stupid voice.

"No, wha-what was it?" I cursed at myself on the inside for stuttering. I didn't want to make any more a fool of myself, the bursting into tears while talking pushing those boundaries. I felt even more ashamed when he walked over and put his arm around me. He hates me. How much willpower was he using to still keep his arm around me? Such a friendly and caring act of kindness, something I still never thought I would receive from Liam.

 "I don't think that way about you at all, you know." 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, first of all you're ridiculously brave, whether you'll believe it or not." He spoke softly, his words leaving his mouth and going directly into my ear due to the close proximity. I wasn't used to being this close to him physically, so it was a new feeling. Not necessarily a bad one either.

"I think you're just really drunk." I muttered, looking away once again.

"I'm pretty sure I'm mostly sober, Harry." He retorted, and I couldn't see him but I knew he was smirking.

I sighed, looking down at my hands now. For summer time, it was pretty cool out today. Easily the lower seventies, and a chill was crawling up my spine, goosebumps popping up along my pale skin. Liam was somehow still really warm, probably from all the muscle he had. Unlike myself, he actually had some meat to cover his bones. I once again began thinking of how much better he was than myself.

"And stop comparing yourself to me." He spoke seriously, and I felt a little dizzy because I was almost completely sure he was reading my thoughts. I wasn't going to ask of course.

"Why should I? Everyone else does." I replied bluntly, knowing it was the truth.

"No, they don't actually. Ask anyone what they think of you. They'll all probably have a bunch of nice things to say."

"Like what? What could possibly be nice about me? I'm just a scrawny, talentless, parentless-"

"Stop that! I'm serious, just fucking stop. The more you think those kinds of things about yourself the more you'll believe them. No one thinks that. Obviously you aren't super muscular, and obviously your parents aren't here anymore, but you have talent, and you shouldn't let those other things hold you back from pursuing what you enjoy."

"Since when did you become a motivational speaker?" I mumbled, bringing my hand up to my face to chew on my nails. A nervous habit of mine. I wasn't used to people complimenting me, especially Liam. This was all so strange and it was making my anxiety act up.

"Shut up. You know what I'm saying. Look, you're super smart. You surpass me academically, that's for sure." He scoffed to himself a little bit. I was intelligent, that was true, but that didn't mean he was an idiot. He was intelligent too.