"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?"
Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring...
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We ended on the front door Harry's beautiful villa. I was instantly greeted with the aromatic scent of vanilla. Huh I guess they took the word 'villa' too seriously.
\His sister greeted us at the door with a soft smile. She had blond hair, totally opposite of Harry.
"Louis this is Gemma, my sister. Gemma this is Louis, my school friend. He's helping me out with my school project" Harry introduced me with a smile. Gemma nodded in my direction and turned her attention to Harry.
"Can I talk to you for a second Harry?" Gemma asked him as he excused himself. But honestly I didn't give a single fuck because HARRY FUCKING STYLES JUST CALLED ME HIS FRIEND. HIS FRIEND. It also took me a second to realize that now I had been friendzoned.
While I was too busy hyperventilating, I didn't notice the tense look on Harry's face until after he was done talking. His eyes crinkled up in a cute way and his mouth was scrunched up. I didn't know what to do as I stood there fidgeting with the sleeve of my jacket that I picked up from my locker. Harry slowly walked up to me and directed me up to his room.
I followed him up the two flights of stairs and he opened a door and jumped on the bed.
"Uh this is my room. Come on now let's see what you have in your mind" He told me as he beckoned me to his bed. I slowly sat down and took out my torn down sketchbook when a piece of paper fell down from it. I quickly went to pick it up but Harry was faster than me and quickly grasped it in his huge fingers.
I panicked. I knew what that drawing was. That's it Louis Tomlinson. You were doing so good. Now you just ruined it. You didn't expect him to be your friend did you? Now he'll want nothing to do with you.
But to my utter surprise, Harry just smiled and looked at me.
"You have a way with paints Louis. I can basically feel the emotion in this. I don't know what to say other than this is beautiful" He handed me back the red abstract painting of a weeping boy. Each stroke was carefully drawn to capture the essence of loneliness that I felt at the time. The red, symbolizing the excruciating pain that couldn't be described in words.
Fortunately he left it to be. We didn't discuss it afterwards. His sister brought us cookies and milk. I wondered where his parents were, but I didn't, worrying that the answer would build up the already thick tension in the room.
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HIII! I know these chapters are short and crappy but this might probably be the first book I ever complete and I'm really working on my writing skills. Hope ya'll liked this!
p.s - MY RESULTS ARE GOONA BE OUT IN A WEEK IM QUAKING AH. I'm gonna start high school soon
