If I Could Fly

Chapter 2

***Warning this chapter could be an easy trigger, so please be ware. Much love to those who are reading xx***

God the last hour seemed like it would never end. Granted I didn't want it to end yet because I haven't yet finished my art piece, but gees I couldn't work on it because my mind just wouldn't stop. I can never get Louis off my mind to begin with and him giving me that note made my mind race even more. What if he is going to harass me even more, what if he tells me he hates me and wants me to leave his house tonight after he does something terrible to me? "God, Harry. Just breathe," I said to myself as I put my earbuds in and listened to Simple and Sweet by Jon Bellion, as I walked out of class. I'm actually quite nervous to even go to Niall's this weekend, like I've always been nervous going to his house just for the fact that Louis lives under the same roof. I keep thinking about the note as I'm walking to my locker, I looked up from the floor just for a minute to see if Louis was at his locker, which is right beside mine, like he usually is at this time. My heart kinda felt like it just died and I have no legitimate reason for it to have just died. Louis was indeed staring at me with that killer smirk of his. Why was he waiting for me, he must've know that I was wondering why he was waiting and indeed looking at me. "Why you blushing Hazza" he said laughing as I tried to keep my cool by looking at the floor. I had no clue what to say, once again. I walked around him to open my locker, just as I opened it he slammed it shut, "I asked you a question lad, please answer." He chuckled as my cheeks grew even redder, "um... L-louis... I have no clue okay?" He slightly touched my elbow with his fingers, and before I knew I was literally covered in goosebumps.

"Harry, lad... did you read that note already? Is that why you're all flustered?" I grabbed my bag out of my locker and went to look at Louis, and before I knew it I was pulled into a hug from behind, by Zayn. "What'd my evil douche bag of a brother want this time Harry?" Niall said to me as I watched Louis walking down the hall before exiting this blasted school. "Hey, did you hear me bud?" I nodded and looked over at my two friends after staring at the door that my favorite person walked out of, "Um... I have no idea what he wanted." Niall's look said it all, "I swear Harry, If he keeps treating you like this then I'm gonna kick his ass," I looked at Niall then at Zayn who was nodding. "I will even help Niall when he does. He has no reason treating you like crap. You're our Harry and we're tired of seeing you so hurt and down all of the time." Zayn must have knew what he said had hit me harder then he meant to, because before I knew it I was crying and him and Niall both were hugging me." I wiped my eyes and smiled slightly, "Okay you two. Thank you for making me cry, but are yall ready to leave now? We're practically the only three here." I watched as they nodded and with that we turned to walk out of the only place we all hate so much.

"Alright, I'm gonna head home and take a shower before I come over," Zayn said to Niall as we were standing in front of our cars. "I'll be over around 9 Nialler," I said not paying any attention to the concern looks I was getting from my friends, "Alright Harry. Just please don't do anything stupid." I looked at him with a saddened look and nodded. I got in my car and turned it on sitting there for few minutes not realizing that my friends were already gone. I decided that I would bluetooth my phone and just go driving for a bit. I finally settled on I Mean It by G-Easy before I left the parking lot. I've always loved just driving around. It helps calm me down; I remember this one time that I was in a terrible mood. Everything was aggravating me, I cried on and off that whole day, and I had already cut myself more than I should've that day. Niall was out of town for a family reunion and Zayn was at his grandparents that day, so neither one of them knew, and I didn't have to worry about them rushing over and checking on me like they always do. My mum wasn't home considering the fact that she never comes home that often anymore; she has this new boyfriend that I can't stand because he's a drunken bastard. He is in fact the one who had made that day worse; he had come over to the house to get something my mum asked him to grab while she was at work. He came through the house literally tripping as soon as he walked in. I only knew he had tripped because I heard him tell himself to stop tripping. I remember the exact way he yelled my name, it plays through my mind a lot actually. "Harold!" I was just walking out of my room when he caught sight of me. "Harold. You sick. Pathetic, son of a bitch. I need your mums black heels, go get them for me." I looked at him dumbfounded hating the way he said my name and the words he called me. I grabbed my mums heels and threw them at him really hard. He cursed under his breath and went to walk out of the house, once again tripping. I laughed and walked towards the door to close it. I had this sick feeling in my stomach, having no idea why. I started crying out of nowhere, thinking the bastard was right about the things he called me.