Depression and Obsession

Tomlinson

Something was off about him today. He didn't look like himself. He of course still wore his signature hoodie and jeans look, but he looked of mentally.

I have a strong urge to just go up to him and force him to tell me what's wrong. I need to know if he's ok! There's something that has to be going on.

I'll make it my motive to go up to him after school ends. Maybe I can force him into one of the boys bathrooms and lock the door and demand him to tell me. That sounded quite sexual might I say. By the end of today I Will know what's wrong with him.

(later that day)

Today's been hell. My geometry teacher was a bitch as usual. And some homophobic bastard had to comment in history class today about how they should get rid of gays like they did the jews. First of all you potato looking shit head , NOTHING is wrong with gays, and secondly how dare you reference to something so fucked up.

I really just need to find Harry. My hopes may be up a little too much but it's worth a try. I'm making a promise to myself to not back down.

Fate must have been on my side today, because right when I walked outside I see Harry trip in a puddle and head for the restrooms. Most people would have laughed at someone falling in a puddle, but no one made a noise. Everyone too afraid he's going to do something utterly terrible to them.

I followed him into the restrooms and locked the door. What I didn't expect to see is him take off his hoodie, still not acknowledging my presence. I was amazed. All I could see was his back, and how they moved and constricted as he tried to dry his shirt. I was also surprised to see tattoos littering his body. I just wanted to roam over all of them with my finger and my tongue tracing them.

WARNING: MAY BE UPSETTING TO SOME READERS

What I saw next made a huge pit grow in my stomach. He turned around and I saw cuts littering his tan, buff, tattoo covered arms. I could also see some peeking out of his jeans, just above his hips.

I gasped slightly and he turned as quick as he could, almost inhumane. Now that he knew I was standing there, shock and fear when all throughout mine and his body.

"H Harry? What are those?" He looked at me with his forest green eyes, and smiled. It was so sickening that he found it funny. When I noticed he wasn't going to answer, I looked away from him and contemplated leaving him alone. But I couldn't. I promised myself I would do this and save him from the darkness.

"Harry. Are you cold?" I asked as he shivered. He nodded his head with a blank stare. I slowly lifted my shirt and took it off, handing it to him. I grab his wet one and started to do my best at drying it off.

Since I'm on the footie team, I learned to always carry extra shirts and pants. I was still drying his shirt off when all the sudden I feel hands press against my hips. I drop the hoodie, the hands forcing me to turn around.

Harry's looking at me intensely with his eyes now a darker shade of green. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he then grabbed my hips tightly and leaned it.

Our lips touched and it immediately felt amazing. It was starting to get heated when he pulled me closer and moving his hands to my ass squeezing it roughly. A small gasp was earned at the sudden contact. He had one hand on my ass while the other gripped my chin tilting my head to go deeper and have more access. He grabbed my ass again making me moan, and shoving his tongue into my mouth. As soon as our tongues touched we fought for dominance.

He had won, which lead to him exploring my mouth trying to remember every single part. I lifted my legs up and sat onto the sink counter, and wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him closer to me. I started to grind up against him which made him moan making me moan at the sound of his deep voice knowing I had done that. To know that I was the one pleasuring him. He started to move down to my neck sucking and biting, trying to find my sweet spot. I let out a throaty moan when he found it. For sure there would be hickies there tomorrow, but I didn't care. All I could think of was Harry Harry Harry. He pulled back at the sound of someone banging on the door, making wolf howls.

I looked up at him and saw him give me a look in disgust.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" He cusses making me flinch.

"What do you mean 'what the fuck' Your the one who started making out with me not the other way around. What now that someone banged on the door your suddenly disgusted with the fact you were basically drooling for my dick?" I was heated. How could he try and blame this on me.

With one last look he ran out of the bathroom but not without flipping me off. I threw whatever was closest to me at the wall. But when I realized it was Harry's hoodie, I remembered he still had my shirt on and cuts littering his exposed tattooed arms.

I rush out of the restrooms searching for him. I was about to give up when I look left and see him walking down the street. I run up to him surprising him.

I hand him his hoodie. "You don't want your dad or anyone else to see that or you'll get in trouble" I look away from him since i'm still pissed at him. He grabs the hoodie and our fingers touch, making a tingly feeling go up my arm.

"Thank you." His deep voice is heard. I don't know how I got his number but all I know is that i'm standing at the spot he left 10 minutes ago smiling like an idiot that he wrote his number on my arm with a wink.