Make A Wish [Narry au] (slow updates)

[4] Harry

The next day I woke up at eight, really early considering it was officially summer vacation. Yesterday was the last day of school, and I couldn't be happier.

I'm tired of being called a fag, or "that gay boy".

I'm tired of being shoved in the hallways, kicked and punched.

I'm tired of being called a whore and a slut.

I'm tired of failing classes since I can't give oral reports like the other kids can.

I'm just tired of everything.

I guess this is how Louis feels, with his depression and all. In a way we're kind of the same. And I think that's why me and Louis got comfortable with each other so fast.

He feels like no one gets him, and that no one listens to what he says. No one believes him, and he feels like he's driving, trying to make people understand.

I understand him. No matter how hard I try, I can't utter a single word. I might be able to gasp, or chuckle so lightly that it sounds like the wind, but that's about it. People don't understand me. Louis does. We both feel the same way, and we finally found the person who understands us.

So to say I was excited to see him today would be and understatement. I'm ecstatic.

And I'm pretty sure my mum sister notice it when I walk into the kitchen. I give them both a kiss on the cheek and squish them in the bus I give them, but they don't seem to mind.

In fact, they both giggle, cute giggles that make me want to laugh along. I don't though. Instead I grin like an idiot that's high off drugs, but I could honestly care less. I get to see Louis today!

It was finally nine-thirty, and my mum and Gemma were taking me to the therapy session for today. I was excitedly bouncing in my seat, Gemma watching me with a fond smile on her face, adoration in her eyes. I was babbling on about how I got to see Louis today. Nothing was coming out of my mouth of course, but I still did it anyways. 

Looking out the car window, I wondered how my mum would be able to deal with me if I could talk. I'd probably be an annoying child, getting on everyone's nerves. I imagined my life if words would spill out of my mouth like everyone else's does. I'd probably have friends, aside from the two I had in ASL class.

Firstly, I probably wouldn't have taken ASL if I could talk. I'd originally wanted to take drama, but decided against it because of my speech problem. It'd be hard to perform on stage without a voice. Same with the musicals the school held almost every month. It'd be very hard to perform in a school musical if you couldn't sing.

I'd probably have friends. I'd like to think that I'd be a very popular person, known by students in all the grade levels. I wouldn't be a mean popular person though, defiantly not like the main characters from Mean Girls. I'd be nice to everyone, even the kids no one else wanted to be friends with. I'd be very friendly, and get good grades in all my classes, not that I don't already.

I'd do sports at school. I'd be on the football team. Possibly even captain. Just kidding. I wouldn't play football, I only have interest in watching the games. I'd do track though. Defiantly. I think I'd run the mile, throw the javelin, and possibly even hurdles. I could've done track this year since it's a no cut sport, meaning that everyone gets in.

I'd eat lunch in the canteen, not the library. Don't get me wrong, I love the library. It just gets lonely in there, with no one else to talk to or even just be in the presence of. The librarians nice enough, he just doesn't talk much, only talking when he checks out a book for someone, or helps them find something. He mostly just sits behind the desk and reads books. He's probably read every book in the library at least three times.