It's not a surprise when people see the real me and just leave, because they want the funny, cool and fun Louis that made everyone laugh and now I have the courage to show that real me, to open up to people, I'm not me anymore.
I'm this kid everyone hates because rumors that came up now create me. And I know somewhere there's this kid who loathes me only because someone described me like that.
That is exactly what I expecting after what happened with Harry, and I was ready for it, ready to go back to the cold shoulder but surprisingly enough he didn't which I really appreciate.
But I knew where this was going. He was gonna try to be that hero like in all those films and save the depressed kid and I wanted to tell him that this isn't reality. This isn't a soap opera. The real world had no happy endings. In reality, it isn't that easy but I didn't wanna tell him that. I know it was selfish and naive but I needed a friend, even if the friend was my childhood crush.
It was absurd. I felt guilty having a friend because I felt like I was burdening them with problems.
So I wasn't surprised when I saw Harry standing out near the school gate, knowing there was no way that I could just walk past him. He was wearing a pastel hoodie with his arms crossed in front of him, squinting his eyes at me.
"Ah, there he is! Louis, my friend, I have the finest ride it the world to drop you home" Harry exaggerated in a royal accent not giving a fuck about the stares he was getting.
It felt nice.
"Your Royal Highness Louis XVI. Mind me dropping you home your majesty?" He said again, ignoring the glares.
"Louis XVI? That's no good Harry." I replied while leaning against the pillar of the door. "Well take my hand and let's go!"
There was this awkward moment where I just stood there because I couldn't believe he wanted to hold my hand.
I compiled and tried to hide the blush on my face when he held my hand. This was so weird.
So we walked hand in hand to Harry's car and he glared at a kid who called me a faggot and then turned to give me a cheeky smile.
He held the door open for me and I hopped in the front seat. He started the engine and a dead silence filled the car. I figured Harry would be mad at me.
"I'm not mad at you. I was just worried okay?" He said on queue.
The kid reads minds?
"No, I do not read minds I just happened to read your cute scrunched up face"
Jesus.
"Christ?"
"How the hell?" I said, fed up with how he was being all Edward Cullen on me.
It was fun. Harry used to drop me off every day now, not at my house, but near it, just to be safe. We used to sing along to Fleetwood Mac and then dance to Miley Cyrus while talking about the stupidest things we could think of. Even the bullying stopped for a while.
Until Dad saw him drop me off.
Oh boy, all hell broke loose after that.
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Fanfiction"Blades cut just as deep as words. So what's the harm?" Maybe if they cared, it would harm. Maybe if every word thrown at him wouldn't drive him closer to his easy way out of the labyrinth of suffering and maybe the new sunshine tomorrow would bring...
