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I leaned against the bus, blowing smoke in tiny rings as i watched previous ones float through the air. I looked to my left, hearing a crack in the leaves. A squirrel looked at me, sniffed and scrurried away. After the whole suicide incedent and the stiches on my wrists, I've been reall triggered to do anything to take away the pain. So I smoked for the first time. And second. And third. And the list goes on. I aways had the same ritual if I needed a break. I'd 1) sneak out of the bus and go hide, light one up, smoke it and then hide it beneath the dirt or leaves, 2) Say I needed to "clear my mind" and go for a walk, where I walked to a place where no one could see, and smoked, then burried the evidence or, 3) lock the bathroom door, opena window, hang out of it and do what i had to do, then flushed the butt down the toilet. These given, noone but me knew about my new-found addiction. It was just something about the smoke tingling my throat and the taste lingering in my mouth that made me get hooked on it so fast. It calmed me.
I dropped the yellow nub on the floor and stepped on it, grinding it to bits before i kicked some dirt over it. Quietly, i walked around the bus and opened the door, plopping down on the couch, as if I was there all this time. I heard yelping and moaning from my room, but dismissed it - Harry was probably jerking off again. I turned the TV on and flipped through the channels, still tasting the nicotine in my mouth. I sighed, hitting "select" on the black remote, putting on some comedy. There was a skit about a man with an unbrella, and how he treated it like a cat named Mr. UmUm. It had to be the worst thing i ever saw.
I got up and left, leaving Mr. UmUm and the actors to their work of being terrible. I placed my hand on the doorknob, pulled a mint out of my pocket - something I have on hand often nowadays - and heard moaning., once again from the other side. It wasn't Harry. I knew what Harry sounded like, and it wasn't that. This was more of a scream,going from a low growl to a large yell, manly and deep. Quickly, i turned the knob and oushed the door open, bracing myself to see another man in bed with my Harry. I was right.
There Zayn was, his hips pushed up against Harry's arse. My mouth droppewd as i looked at Harry, his hands tied to the bedpost. "Harol!" I screamed, "How. . How dare you?" I turned around, and punched the door.
"I-I didn't," he said, his voice cracking.
"Obviously you fuckingg did." I pointed at Zayn, who had now pulled out of Harry, his hands moving fast up and down himself, head throw back with his eyes closed.
"He d-didn't." Zayn said, stuttering his cumm flew through the air along with his screams.
"What?"
"I didn't want this. . ." Harry said, tears forming in his eyes. I looked at him in all his glory: hands tied to the bed, totally naked and exposed, arse red with hand marks as he lay there, on his tummy, helpless and vunerable. I ran over to his side and wiped the tear that fell, then untied his hands. He slid under the covers, shaking, as Zayn plopped into a chair along the wall.
"What the hell, man?" I said, my voice louder than intended. I stomped over to him, taking hs shirt in my hand and lifted him off the chair, finding strength i didn't know i had - especially against Zayn.
"What do you mean?" he said, his eyes droopy.
"Rapingg Harry, it's normal, yea?" I pushed him against the wall, his head slamming backwards.
"Totally," he replied, face relaxed.
"Fuckk you," I said, then walked away to mend to Harry.
"You made your boyfriend too lose," he snickered, making me turn. I jumped over the bed and slapped Zayn, right across the face.
"Good." I walked back to Harry and grabbed his hands, running my fingers over his knuckles as he cried. Zayn dressed and walked out, a smile on his face, a hand on his cheek where I slapped him. "I'll get you some food," I told Harry. His face distorted as i walked out of the room.
I walked passed Zayn, who was laying on the couch watching that stupid comedy. I glared at the ice pack on his face, then went into the kitchen. I got all of Harry's favorite foods, then went back to our room.
Harry hadn't moved since i left him, still motionless under the covers. "Look what i got!" i said cherfully, pouring the contents in my arms on the bed. He smiled and sat up, leaning aginst the headboard. He went for the chips first, picking one up. I looked at him as he ate, admiring it all. . . his wrists had rope burn, his eyes red and face wet, yet still amazingly handsome in so many ways. I loved him. He stuck out his hand, chip between his fingers. I leaned down and took a bit, and he put therest in house mouth. I smiled, watching as Louis munched away on his snacks like a little kid.
"I'm done," he said after a while, pushing everything towards me. I placed it on the table. "I have to pee," he said, then got up, still naked, and walked to the bathroom. I heard the door click as i piled everything on top of ah other on the bed, stealing a cookie as i closed the package. From the bathroom, I heard a gag, a cough, then multiple heaves. Slowly, I walked towards the door and pressed myear to it, more coughing able to be heard. I opened it, revealing Harry, toothbrush on the floor by his leg, kneeling over the toilet, vomiting.
[A/N: Okay, so here's the update. Since i updated two stories today, you may be confused. I Choose You will be updated Monday, since it was supposed to be posted yesterday but couldn't be, due to the fcat that Wattpad was having issues, and i forgot to try again. So, yea, enjoy this lol
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