Mental || Larry Stylinson AU

Chapter Six

So sorry that the last chapter sucked, it was just a filler, kinda. But here ya go! Chapter six already! 

-xx.

Some people say love and lust are some of the strongest emotions a person can have. Me, personally, I find pain the strongest. It can be felt so easily from a simple touch, thought and even voice.  It's so easy to bring and hard to escape from.  There's even proof of people being in pain and diseases of people in pain. There's no disease for someone being in love- is there? I don't know, I just find it weird. 

Yesterday I got really emotional in front of Harry, I don't know why but I did. When he hugged me a lot of things flew out of me. I cried, a lot, and I think I squeezed the shit out of him, but oh well, he said it was fine. I have no idea why I reacted like that, usually I don't. Maybe it's cause I needed a hug, maybe I'm just a wuss. I apologized to him countless times for crying too, there's something wrong with me. I know it.

Today he's coming over at 5:00 so we can catch up on school work we missed from the shit Zayn did to me. I still can't feel my body mostly, it's numb and purple.

"Hey," Harry smiles as he walks into my room, "Your mum let me in again." he chuckles softly and sits down beside me. I nod with a small smile, watching his lips. I like his lips, they're big and pink and... I need to stop. I gulp and lick my lips, looking up at his eyes. His eyes are beautiful too, a nice shade of bright yet dark green white bits of blue and gold running through them. I love it.

"I see." I say as I lie across my bed, my arms up to my chest. He gets up and scrunches down so we're face to face, pretty close but not very close. "You should tell me about your self." his breath fans across my face with a smell of mint gum. I half smile, "there's not much to know-" 

"Louis, I can tell there is a million stories behind those blue eyes of yours." he cuts me off half sentence. Usually I would slap a person who cuts me off but I don't, because he's seeing through my shield, and that has to mean something.

No one usually does.

I gulp slightly, "But I'm scared to tell anyone." I whimper out, my voice small and a little distant. He shakes his head, "You don't have to tell me much, just little stuff." he says, "for a start." 

I glance down and then back up at him, "But you'll judge me like everyone else," I start but yet again, I'm cut off.

"I'm not 'everyone else'," He sighs, "If I was everyone else I wouldn't of hugged you yesterday when it was clear you needed one, I wouldn't of made it a goal of mine to get close to you, I wouldn't of stopped  Zayn form hurting you the first time... that I witnessed it." He smiles slyly. I can't help but smile bigger than I have in a while and wrap my arms around him. He's a good friend.

"My favorite color is red," I shrug and look at him, he rolls his eyes with a smile, clearly amused. 

"I don't mean stuff like that," he shoves my shoulder lightly, careful of my injuries. I chuckle and shake my head, "I mean... everything about me is sad, I don't want to tell anyone." I say quietly. I'm slowly opening up to him and it's scaring me. I've only known him for almost two weeks and it's already happening.

But I can't help it.

There's something about him, I honestly don't know what. Maybe it's that he's sweet, or when I push him away he forces himself back. he puts effort into it and that makes me happy. Yes, I hate it when people are cheeky and flirty but it's growing on me and I hate it yet love it. I like how he's cheeky, it makes him fun to be around.

"Well, I don't mind sad stuff, and believe it or not, talking about your problems helps it the best." he says quietly, less preppy than usual. I stay quiet for a little, pondering an idea in my head, till I come to conclusion, "How about... every other day I'll tell you a secret of mine and you do the same, but on opposite days, and they get more and more personal each time." I say quietly, playing with my sleeves.

I may or may not have just made the best or worst decision of my life.

Harry slowly nods, a small smile creeping onto his face, "Yeah, that seems like a good idea." he sits up and leans his head against the wall. 

I smile and look down, "Okay, mine for today is... Zayn has been bullying me for 2 years." I say quietly and I look up, "Every day. Different names, different forms." I say quietly, hoping he wouldn't understand that yet at the same time I was dying, hoping he would.

Yet another scream for help that's not clear.

"I'm so sorry..." He says and looks up at me, a slight pout of him lips. I shake my head with a small smile, "No, it's fine. I'm use to it, I mean, two years is a long time. It shouldn't effect me much but for some reason... it does and it gets harder each and every day." I let some words pour out of my mouth that i wish haden't, but things happen for a reason, so I should just leave it.

"I understand," he says, "And I'm sorry he makes you go through that pain, you don't deserve it." Harry speaks.

With the mention of Zayn, it reminds me we have school tomorrow and it frightens me.

Another worthless day of hell.

After that we started on studies, reviewing everything we needed to for the big test.