Mute [A One Direction Fanfic] -Amy's Adventures Book 2-

Chapter 5

~Amy's POV~

I watch Harry walk around the kitchen, making me a sandwich. He gets bread, turkey, ham, cheese, and the toaster out, toasting the bread while he grabs another plate and starts to create his own sandwich. It's interesting to me that even like this Harry will quickly do what I ask. Even though he's scared of the world, he'll still make me a sandwich at 3 in the morning if I ask. I guess that's one thing about Harry that will never change. I mean, he's been moping around ever since the interview because he feels like he let all of the band's fans down. I caught Harry looking at hate again, crying silently. When he left his room I snuck in and saw that he had searched the interview and just read straight down. There were so many comments about how he didn't deserve to be in the band, how he was selfish for not wanting to sing. I can tell that something serious happened to Harry, and the people saying he's selfish for getting hurt are horrible.

The ding of the toaster makes me jump, also snapping me out of my depressing thoughts. Harry pulls the bread out of the toaster and drops it on my plate, adding the meat and cheese before cutting the sandwich in half, unplugging the toaster, and walking over to me with the sandwiches. He puts mine in front of me and sits down across from me, starting to eat his own sandwich while I wait for mine to cool.

"Harry, have you been reading hate?" I ask, looking up at the mute singer. He hesitates, his green eyes filled with shame, then he slowly nods and I sigh. "Don't do that to yourself." I've been talking a lot more lately, mainly to Harry. Not that it's a bad thing, but it's a bit strange. I've discovered that Harry listens to me when I actually talk, so that's probably it. "Harry, for every hate comment, there are ten people who love you that don't have to say it. The people that love you know that everyone else who watches loves you, too, so they don't comment. The small amount of haters comment to make it look like more people dislike you than you think. The hate is stupid, so don't let it get to you." I smile when I see a small grin on Harry's face.

"There will always be people who don't like you, but there are the people who silently dislike you and the people who vocally dislike you. The first kind of people are fine, they have their own opinions. But the second kind just want to make you feel bad for their own entertainment. They're the ones who deserve hate, for trying to force their opinions on you and purposely making you feel bad." I finish, surprised b my own words. Harry seems surprised as well, but he stands up and hugs me anyway, his eyes happy but scared at the same time. Harry always looks scared, so I've learned to find ehat he's really feeling by looking for the second emotion.

"Harry, you know that we'll never let anyone hurt you, right?" I ask, and Harry lets out a breath, nodding. "We're going to find whoever hurt you and put them where they belong." Harry's eyes widen and he shakes his head, frowning. I suddenly understand what Harry is doing, everything coming together at once. Without another glance at Harry I stand and run toward my brother's room.

~Liam's POV~

I hear a loud knocking on my door and open it to see a breathless Amy. She pushes me back into my room and closes my door, locking it and sighing as she attempts to catch her breath.

"Amy, what's going... on?" I ask, worried about both her and Harry. She shakes her head with wide eyes, looking at the door nervously.

"I think I know why Harry is mute." Amy says suddenly, and my own eyes widen.

"How?" I question, my concerns for my friend rising.

"I was talking to him and I said we wouldn't let anyone hurt him, and he seemed fine. But when I mentioned finding whoever hurt him he flipped out." I nod, understanding what my sister's idea is.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?" I ask, my fears confirmed when Amy nods.

"I think that Harry was threatened by whoever hurt him. I bet they told him not to tell us or we'd get hurt, too. He's so scared that he'll accidently reveal something that he's decided not saying a word is the safest thing." She says. Sometimes it scares me how grown up my sister can be. She's an eleven-year-old girl but when something is serious she gets really smart, like now.

"I think you're right, Amy." I agree, sighing. "I think the only way to get Harry to talk again is to get whoever hurt him. If he knows we're safe, he'll be able to tell us what happened." I say, hoping that my optimism will be right. Amy nods, glancing at the door again. "What are you doing?" I ask, frowning.

"I think Harry followed me." Amy says quietly, right before someone starts banging on the door. I walk over to the door, opening it to see Louis and Niall staring at me.

"Lads?" I ask, poking my head through the doorway and looking down the hall for Harry.

"We all heard you two talking. I think your theory is correct because as soon as Harry heard it he ran into his room. Zayn followed him, and we decided to get you." Louis explains. I groan, turning and signing everything to Amy before running to Harry's room and opening the door. All of our rooms lock from the inside but Harry's doctor told us to remove the lock on his door so he couldn't hide in here. I'm not sure if Harry even knows that his door doesn't lock, he probably doesn't care.

"Harry?" I ask, and both of my friends look over at me. Harry is sitting on his bed, his eyes filled with fear, while Zayn is leaning against the wall opposite the bed, probably in the middle of an attempt to calm Harry down.

"Hey Liam." Zayn says, walking past me and leaving Harry's room. I sit on the bed next to Harry, putting my arms around him and hugging him tightly.

"Harry, we won't let anyone hurt any of us, I promise. You have to trust us." I say sternly, getting a small headshake from Harry, who starts to cry silently. "I don't know what happened to you but I do know that you're strong, and you can get through this. We'll be with you every step of the way, because we're your friends. I'd never abandon you, even if someone threatened my life. I can swear that." I say, smiling a little. "Don't blame yourself for everything, that's my job." I add, standing up with Harry still in my arms.

"I'm sorry if I say I need you, but I don't care, I'm not scared of love. Cause when I'm not with you I'm weaker." I sing, rocking back and forth while embracing the crying Harry. "Is that so wrong? Is it so wrong? That you make me strong?"