Broken In a Crowded Bar - Larry Stylinson AU ~ACTUAL HIATUS THIS TIME~

Chapter five

Chapter five

Harry’s P.O.V

The unfamiliar stench that filled my nose must have brought me out of my panicked stupor, chemicals and medical supplies, crisp sheets and cleaning products. I had been in the nurse’s office only once before, a year ago when Jake and his cronies had beaten me so badly I could barely breathe. No-one knew who had done it, I was too afraid to tell, ashamed even, that I had let myself get so out of control. I had been tired all day and when it came to my daily ridicule I just snapped I when full out batshit at them, I could have just apologized, but I just couldn’t stop screaming, awful hateful things, I pointed out every flaw I knew they obsessed over, every point in their lives they hated. I was a listener see, I knew so much about everyone and across those few short minutes I used it. 

I was brought out of my reminiscing by the thought of what had put me here, my breathing quickened once again

“No, not now, I need to find it”  I scolded myself mentally, swinging my legs off the high, uncomfortable bed, hissing sharply at the pain that shot through my battered frame, this morning’s fall had done nothing to help my condition. The office was empty so it was an easy escape, Mrs. Thwaite was probably off to KFC or something, for a health professional she sure wasn’t very healthy.  The halls where empty as well, I stood confused, then slapped myself mentally it was Thursday, they would all be in assembly.

The anxiety in my chest started to crash violently against my lungs as I made my way down the wide beige-painted hallways, nearly sprinting as I approached the huge oaken doors, usually they would make me smile slightly, reminding me of my own oak tree, but now they infuriated me, shut and solid, an undeniable obstacle. I knew opening them would make a huge sound and alert the entire school to my truancy but I just didn’t care. The heavy, ancient protectors slammed behind me with a boom, the air discharged ruffling my wild hair. The air outside was cold and crisp, my breath frosting in front of me like smoke, the anxiety shifted a little for craving, but for once I pushed it away, I had to find my book.

I ran to the bookshop, it was a twenty minute walk from my school but my speed cut that time in half, I threw the thick blue door on its old hinges with brash abandon, attracting the attention of the boy behind the counter, immersed in a huge first edition of the lord of the flies.

“Hey! I thought you’d be back, Lou’s still missing his clothes you know” He chuckled a little at his own half joke, I hurried past him, my steps becoming more frantic, knocking a few books from a table in my haste. I reached the door labeled ‘staff only’ within seconds, barging through it into the narrow stairwell behind, polaroid snapshots of the two boys living above flashing past me, Zayn on a swing in a forest, Louis doing a handstand on the pier, both at a concert, memories here, happiness there. I was suddenly jealous of the peace these two found in each other, I’d never had a friend, not once, so why should they be allowed to covert such prosperity? The jealousy only fueled the anger, rage even, filling my entire body. A voice called out behind me

“Hey, wait what are you doing? Don’t go up there without me mate!” I honestly don’t think I heard him at that moment, and I sure as hell didn’t answer. I was focused on one thing, I knew Louis had that small leather-bound piece of my soul, and I knew he was hiding it somewhere. I crossed paths with the perpetrator himself as I rushed passed the small cozy kitchen, the whole apartment was cozy actually, warm and safe, but that did nothing to stop my fury. I threw the door to his bedroom open, I’d been here only once but my brain had burned they layout into itself, it was important.

The room was relatively tidy, but not for long, I had been relatively calm outwardly, aside from my haste to get here but entering the room I knew my treasure was stored in, I absolutely lost it. So caught up in my search as I was I barely noticed the pair of footsteps approaching cautiously behind me. I had just finished tipping one of the bedside draws onto the mess of various other things I had thrown on the floor and was reaching fervently towards the next when a pair of pale hands wrapped themselves around my slim wrists, tugging me back from my search and spinning me around to face the body to which they belonged. His blue eyes burrowed into mine, worry alight on his features, here was the thief, staring me straight in the eyes, and suddenly I hated him. Fury clouded my thoughts, fight-or-flight instinct ignited my bones, I twisted my wrists in his grip, freeing them, and shoved him away from my blazing form