Incredibly Loud, And Extremely Close (larry stylinson)

Chapter 2

I still couldn't get over the way he smiled at me, when he didn't even bother to acknowledge the girls who were throwing themselves at him.

"Hey Louis." A voice calls out from behind me after class.

I turn around, and I see Zayn running up to me. Zayn was my only friend, he was the only one who would help me through my break downs without judging me.

"Oh Hey Zayn." I force a smile, I never really naturally smiled anymore.

"What's up mate?" He asks, patting me on the back.

I shrug.

"Not much, What about you?" I asked him, just to keep the convo going.

He goes into description about how interesting his first class was, and especially the blonde haired girl who sat next to him.

I laughed, but I felt sort of sick. Zayn could get any girl he wanted, unlike me the ugly fat pig.

"What about you, see any cute boys in your class?" He elbowed me, grinning.

I shoved him hard with my elbow in his gut, laughing. I would tell him about Harry, but even though Zayn was straight, I wanted Harry to be my beautiful secret that I could admire.

"S'I'm guessing not?" He smiles.

I shake my head.

"The class is filled with a bunch of freshman's anyways." I tell him.

"Oh, whats your next class?" He asks.

"Chemistry." I tell him, looking at my classes.

"Where is that?" He asks. He always had to know everything, he was so overprotective. If I had an older sibling he would be it.

"On the westside." I smile, holding up a westside sign.

He rolls his eyes laughing.

"You have to stop it with these gang signs I swear you are going to get fuckin shot one day mate." He laughs.

I roll my eyes laughing.

"S' you can find everything okay, yeah?" He asks.

I nod my head, sighing.

"I just don't want you to get lost like you did last year." He laughs.

"I won't, but I gotta go. Bye Zayn see you later." I reassure him.

He waves and we walk in our opposite directions. I hate to think that I had completely faked my happiness right their. I was pretty good at it, sometimes even Zayn couldn't tell how fake my happiness was.

I'm almost late to chemistry class, I had a bad habit of thinking too hard about things and walking slow then being late.

I walk into class just as the bell rings, and I search the sea of students for an empty seat.

I noticed Harry was in this class, and of course the only seat empty was next to him. I make my best effort not to trip again as I walk over to the seat next to him.

When I sit down next to him, his whole face lit up, and he smiles.

I'm about to smile back when the voice interrupts.

He's looking at the girl behind you, it says.

I instead I stare down towards the floor, and I can feel his eyes linger upon me before he turns back to the front.

Sometimes I just wanted to rip the voice out of my head and kill it, just as it had killed me inside. I always wanted too.

I'm not going anywhere faggot.

The professor begins to talk about the projects and things we would be learning this year, and nobody seems to be paying attention. He finishes up and we still have a lot of time left. Harry turns around. He looks down at my wrist, and I cross my arms.

"Thats a leeds bracelet, innit?" He smiles. 

"Yeah, I went to it in-." I begin tell him.

"2011." We both said at the same time. 

"You're kidding!" He laughs. I smile shyly. 

"I used to have a bracelet, but it fell off. Can I see yours?" He asks, his green eyes staring into me. When he looked at me, everything else seemed to blur out, and I couldn't even think straight. I almost stop short with my wrist in the air.

He'll see my cuts

He'll  see my cuts

He'll see my cuts. 

He gave me a warm smile, almost as if he could hear what I was thinking. I take a deep breath, and show him my wrist. 

I watch as his eyes flick over the bracelet. Then they move wand I see his eyes falter when he see's my cuts. My heart is dropping to my stomach. He holds the bracelet in his hand, but he's not looking at the bracelet at all. He looking at the scars that go up and down my wrist. 

I notice how white his face was getting, he doesnt even look tan anymore for a second. It looked like the life was being drawn out of him.

He closes his eyes, and sighs,

You're a freak.

"Yeah, Leeds Festival 2011." He says a bit weakly, giving me back my wrist. 

That was it, now he probably thinks I'm a fucking weirdo freak who cuts his skin. I know he does. It feels like my wrist was weighig me down now, like it was the weight of a thousand bricks.

I expect him turn back around, but he doesn't.

"Hey Louis, I know this is kind of strange because we just met and all that; but my friend Niall is dragging me to this frat party tonight because he says "this is going to be the best party yet because we get to scare all the freshmans and show them the ropes" but I know he is going to get drunk and leave me so was wondering if you could come with me-" He starts, speaking faster then I've ever heard him speak.

"I'll come." I laugh, before the voice can inerrupt me.

I shudder from the memory of the first time I went to a frat part when I was a freshmen. I got really drunk and I ended up throwing up all over this girl. I never went to another one. I wasn't even thinking when I replied, but I could never say no to him anyways.

He smiles so big that both of his dimples showed when he hears my response.

"Great. Do you have a number I could text or call?" He says quickly.

"So I could tell you what frat its at?"  He adds, making me laugh. His face was really red, and I could tell he was nervous.

"Well thats a lame excuse to ask for my number, but I'll give it to you anyways." I didn't even mean for it to come out cheeky, but it did and it made him laugh.

He pulls out his phone and I type the number into his contacts, putting a smiley face next to my name. He chuckles at the smiley face and puts his phone back into his pocket.

The bell suddenly rang, and it startles me, I was having such a good time talking to Harry.

"Well I've got to go, I'll text you later." Harry tells me, giving me a quick smile and then walking off. 

When I grab my books, my sleeve rolls up and of course the leeds bracelet is still their.

But something is different.

All my scars were gone.