it's been a month and harry hasn't talked to me, unless it were insults. I didn't understand it, I could tell everyone he kissed me but it's not like they would believe me. Even if they would I wouldn't be able to hurt Harry like that. I still loved him. The bullying has gotten worse, I come home with bruises everywhere from getting pushed, kicked, socked, and jumped. I had no one there to help me, no one i could turn to. I found myself befriending something new. Not a person, but an object. A blade. My arm and thighs were filled scars and cuts. Each one for every insult, every kick, every punch. I stopped wearing v necks, now I only wear long sleeves and pants. If anyone ever saw, it would be one more thing for them to talk about. One day I even tried it, I felt the cold of the blade on my neck. I wrote a letter to my family saying of what I did and placed it in my backpack. The touch of the blade on my neck sent a tingly feeling through my body. It made me feel good knowing that I wouldn't have to put up with this hell life anymore. Then I thought of Harry. He made me stop. I pictured him there with me, holding me, and me falling asleep in his arms.
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A Touch Of Love. (A Larry Stylinson Story)
Fanfiction"gay and fag" words louis hears everyday, it hurts you know. But then Harry comes and talks to him, gets closer to him, cares for him, but how much does Harry care for him? Can he stand up for Louis even if it means jeopardizing his reputation ?
