Love & Hatred (Conor and Harry Fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 13

After what happened that day. Harry never showed up anymore. Conor started to worry. He rarely attend classes, but even he attends class, he never talked to Conor.

At lunch, Harry was with his followers. He only stares at Conor from afar away. Thats it, he only stare at him, then looks away again. But, its different, Harry is not even talking to anyone.

Its been few weeks, still, nothing happens. Conor was back to his daily life, no friends, no anything.

Classes ended. He stayed at his favorite place to take some fresh air. He rest his chin in his hands. Letting out a sigh.

Conor cant help but to worry. He doesn't know what's going on. Its confusing him.

He continue to stare at nowhere. Then suddenly, he heard someone talking, probably near him. He stood up and wander around, looking for who's talking.

He peek through a big tree where the sound is coming. He saw Harry who was sitting behind it, speaking to hiself. Conor listens closely, sitting behind the tree.

"Hey um... Im sorry... I...." Harry groans. "Stupid!" He said to hiself.

"Hey, I just want to tell you that...Im sorry...for yelling at you...and not telling you about this...Its just that I...want to...p-p-protect...you..." Harry said to hiself.

Harry groan again. "Ugh. Whatever. I'll tell him no matter what I have to say." Harry stood up, as he was about to leave the place.

Conor was about to stand up but suddenly he got stuck in a large root of tree. He started to struggle, he accidentally made a noise because suddenly he felt something like his ankle is injured.

Harry heard this. He didn't hesitate to look at who is behind the tree. His eyes widen when he saw Conor who was struggling beacause he's stuck.

"O'Malley...?" Harry suddenly spoke.

Conor looked up at him.

"What are you doing...? Do you need a help?" Harry asked.

"No. Thanks, I can handle this." Conor tried and tried to get away. But he seems to failed. He give up.

"Fine..." Conor looked away. Mumbling.

Harry kneel down to help Conor to get out of the root.

Not for so long, Harry made it. Conor sighed in relief.

"Thanks, for-". Conor tried to stand up but then he fell to the ground again. Groaning in pain as he held his ankle.

"Are you alright?" Harry tries to help him but he doesn't know what to do. But then he remember that he kept a few fabric that he used...since he never talked to Conor anymore he got his hands sometimes bruised because of beating up his followers for threatening him.

He took it out and wrap it around Conor's ankle. Once he finished completely wrapping it, he assist Conor to the bench for him to sit.

Conor took a deep breath then letting it out.

"What we're you doing in behind that tree?" Harry asked.

"Peeking..." Conor respond.

"Oh.." Harry respond.

Silence suddenly fill the atmosphere. Making them fell also in silent.

Harry coughed. "Uh. You know. I've been wanting to tell this to you. But..." Harry looked at Conor who is not even paying an attention to him. He took a deep breath then continue. "Im so sorry. For yelling at you the last time. Not telling you whats the reason why Im avoiding you...I really am sorry for everything." Harry finished.

He suddenly heard Conor speaking.

"Its okay..." Conor said.

"Really?" Harry asked.

"Yeah...Im sorry also...actually..." Conor respond.

"Huh?" Harry asked again.

"Its because...Im weak...I cant even protect myself...Not even my mum..." He suddenly sniffled.

"Hey. Dont blame yourself. If someone who needs to be blame...Its actually...me." Harry said

As Conor began to cry, trying to wipe away his tears.

"I hate you so much..." Conor said.

Harry accept Conor's word to him. Since, its his fault after all this time he thought.

"I hate you. You're brave. Strong. Not like me. A weakling." He starts to sob.

Harry stood up facing Conor.

"Hey, you're not." Harry said.

"I hate myself. I just. W-wanna hurt myself..." Conor starts to punch hiself slightly.

Harry stopped him. "Hey stop if you want to let your anger out..." Harry thinks of an idea. Then he continued. "Punch me."

"Huh?" Conor sob.

"Punch me. Let your anger out. On me." Harry said.

"I-I-"

"Punch me. Now!" Harry starts to shake him violently.

Conor starts to punching him in the chest. As Conor tried to stand up, both of them fell into the ground, making Conor on top of Harry.

Conor continue on sending slight punches to him.

"I hate you. I hate everything. I hate myself!" Conor said this words while punching Harry slightly in the chest.

"Stronger, O'Malley!" Harry said.

"Stop..." As Conor rest his head in Harry's chest as he continue on punching him slightly.

"I hate you..." Conor whispered.

"Its okay now." As Harry hugged him.
"Let's go home." Harry continued.

Harry carried Conor behind his back. Walking their way home.

Conor probably fell asleep. Harry can sense the breathing of Conor in his nape, sending shiver to his spine.

"I hate you..." Is all Harry can hear through his ears that are coming from Conor's whisper.

"Go ahead blame me...I wont judge." As Harry tightens his hold on Conor to prevent Conor from falling. As he continued on walking.

Finally, Harry reach Conor's home. He's struggling on knocking the door so he just used his feet.

Conor's grandma opened the door.
Eyes wide.

"What happened to him?" She asked.

"He got stuck onto something. So I carried him all the way home." Harry explained. As Conor slightly moved.

Harry talked to Conor's grandmother for a bit before leaving Conor to her.

He leave the house walking to get home. He thought that he never thought Conor would be thinking that...even to hiself.

He continues walking as he notice that its almost midnight.

"Would probably be seeing him tomorrow." He smiled to hiself before continuing on walking.