This Isnt Normal...

Confession Times

"Goodnight Harry," I gently smiled at him, leaning against my bedroom door.

"Night..." He grumbled.

After closing the door, I sighed in uncertainty and covered my face in both of my hands. I slid down the door on my back till I hit the bottom.

This is going to be much harder than I thought. He won't even open up to me. Harry barely talks right now. He was so open and nice at first but now I don't know what to do. I just met him yesterday for heavens sake! Come on Louis, there's gotta be other ways to get him to open up to you... But my mind is claiming its territory on my bed right now and I just... Hmmm.

Stepping over to my bed I flop down and groan at the sudden softness.

I could really use a break.

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My alarm clock blares through my pillows at 7:00 the next morning. Wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep, I slam my hand down on my worst enemy to make it shut up.

Crash.

What the hell was that?

Oh hey look, it's my alarm click in ten-million different pieces right beside my bed. Great.

Sitting on the side of my bed, I stand to my feet, careful not to step on remains of the clock.

"What's wron-" Harry bursts through the door but gets interrupted my short shriek.

I lose my balance and fall on the remains of the alarm clock and groan.

"Shit Harry," I rub my eyes and look over.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

He's naked.

"Harry, oh God, where's your clothes?" I finally say after staring at his beautiful, ink-written body for a moment. How can somebody so imperfect be absolutely breath-taking?

He finally looks down,"Oh shit," and runs out of the room in a hurry.

"Thanks for the help," I sarcastically yell after him. He chuckles and cheekily replies," Sure let a naked guy that's attracted to guys help a half-naked man get up.. Cause that's gonna end well,"

After getting up I look frantically at y wrist to see my wrists are in clear view. Shit, hopefully he didn't see my scars.

Yes, scars. I had depression pretty badly and my way out was through cutting. Harry's the first friend I've had in a while so I knew nobody would stop me. I'm not saying what caused my depression.... no, not yet.

Making my way over to the bathroom, I see that I have no time for a shower after I fix up my wrists, because quite frankly their bleeding pretty bad. Guess that alarm clock cut open too many wounds I thought were healed.

I turn the bathroom faucet to cold water and put my arm under.

"Hey Lou-" Harry comes in and stops when he sees my wrist.

"Oh, uhm, hey Harry... Need something?" I try to play it cool and not bring up my wrists so he gets the point I don't want to talk about it.

"I was just going to say that I'm sorry and I cleaned up the mess for you.." He looks sheepishly down at the ground.

"Thank you Harry... I'd hug you if I could," I beamed up at him.

He sighs and grabs my arm not in the faucet seeing the scars on it too. Shaking his head at me he notices that both of them are bleeding.