♡ Harry Styles ♡ {Imagines}

Different.

TW: Verbal abuse, Suicide.
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Dirty and strange looks are something that I get daily, I've actually gotten used to it. I try to be like them but it isn't really in my hands.

I know that I'm different.

"Mummy, why do people treat me like I'm not Human?" I remember asking my mother, when I was younger.

"Because You aren't like Normal Humans baby, you're special." She said to me that day, giving me a warm smile.

I'm not so sure anymore if I'm exactly 'special' in any good way, if anything people say that I'm a special case.

All my life, I've only made one friend. One. But I don't mind that, because the friend that I made was there for me since day one, better than Having a huge number of friends that won't be there for you.

"Hey, Bub."

Harry.

"Hey." I say, Smiling at him. He dropped his plate next to mine on the table, taking a seat.

I looked around, seeing that people were staring. As usual. They're probably wondering what the Fu.ck is a popular, 'Normal' guy doing, sitting next to the Freak.

"Are you okay?"

His question grabbed my attention. I scowled, I can never be okay. I'm the mental freak, those are never okay.

"Yeah." I said, However, my voice so soft that it's almost inaudible.

I watched him give me a concerned look, obviously not convinced.

Pity.

The thing that I hate most in this world, aside from people who are so inconsiderate of peoples feelings.

"Stop looking at me like that. I'm okay." I snapped at him, looking away from his pitiful gaze. He shook his head in disbelief.

"You are never okay, Hazel." He said, shaking his head.

Ok, he's got a point there. How is it that he can read me and analyse my emotions so well?

"Maybe because we've been friends since we were 7?" He said, chuckling.

Did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did." He said, nodding.

Ugh.

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I just got out of class, smiling when realising that I will see Harry again. He makes me Happy, the only person that knows me so well and doesn't judge me for not completely being normal.

I have a very Foggy mind. I either think too much, I don't think or I'm not focused properly while thinking. People call me a 'Freak' for not being completely normal and 'stupid' for not having a Fast and quick brain.

It's sickening.

I didn't even see myself as being different, mentally, until people started pointing it out.

And Harry, stuck by me through it all.

I walked through the School corridors, trying not to acknowledge the disgusted and strange glares people were giving me.

I finally found Harry, standing next to a Blonde girl that I've seen a couple of times. He was talking to her with his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

"Uh, Hi." I said, hesitating. I didn't want to disturb Him, while he was talking to a Girl.

He turned around in confusion, looking at me like 'they' look at me. With so much disgust and hate.

What's wrong with him?

"What are you doing?" He hissed, pushing me away to make more space between us.

"What do you mean? What's wrong with you, Harry?" I asked him, furrowing my eyebrows.

He took a step away, pulling the Blonde with him. And that's when I remember that she's standing next to him. I look over at her to see a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Look, we aren't friends anymore okay? I'm loosing my reputation and Girls aren't wanting me anymore because I hang out with someone like you." He spit out, looking away to avoid looking at me.

"W-what?" I stuttered in disbelief.

Is He being serious? No way. Not Harry.

"You heard me, Hazel. Hanging out with a Freak won't make my reputation get bigger." He said, Harshly.

"But- Harry please. I thought you'd be different. After all those years of being friends, you're doing this?" I said, trying to keep the tears in.

"Face it, Freak. No one wants you, Not Harry, Not me, probably not your parents either." Said the Blonde next to him, smirking.

I shooke my head, looking back at Harry. He looked a little taken back by her comment but he didn't bother saying anything.

"You're different. An outcast, you don't belong here."

And instead, He joined her.

I'm different.

I'm different.

Different.

I put my Hands on either sides of my head, pulling on my hair harshly. I started breathing heavily, looking around me to see people around me laughing and whispering.

I turn my attention to Harry to see him Chuckling uncomfortably.

"I'm different." I whisper, looking down.

I turn around, Giving Harry one last glance before running out of the school building. I couldn't stop running, wanting to get away from this world. This stupid, stupid world.

Why did I have to be different?

I stopped, Not even realising that I was in the middle of a busy street.

I didn't even realise what was happening because my brain wasn't processing information properly after what just happened,

But I know that the last thing I saw was blinding lights.

And then everything went black.

This is what I deserve for being different.