Harry's POV:
It was around 7 when I left Louis' house.
He was my boyfriend now.
I couldn't even believe that someone dared talk to me, let alone want to be around me as much as Louis did- enough to be my boyfriend at that. It felt weird, the fact that I could declare that I had someone in my life with such a title. I only ever had my parents- my mom to be exact. My dad left when I was young- when he started to drink and my mom didn't like it. She didn't like being hit and she didn't like my older sister Gemma being hit or me being hit. Time and time again.
But that's another story. And it's not exactly like my mom is in my life the way that I need her to be. She knows nothing about me or the demons that haunt my head every fucking day. But hey, she's just trying to be happy right? By going out with man after man, night after night. Maybe she thinks she'll find the one at the bar. Maybe she thinks she'll find the one that will make the pain of the memories of my father fade away. Maybe one day she won't come back home at 3 am, knocking pillows off the sofa while some random, drunken man takes advantage of her brokenness. She needs it- the attention, the "love". The love she could be giving to me by just fucking paying attention. But hey, if she did pay attention, what would he accomplished? I would maybe see a therapist, take some medication, she'd check me for cuts once in a while whenever she was home, and then what? I'd be cured? None of those things help anyone else and I know they wouldn't help someone like me. So why not just carry on living like this another day until one day I just can't stand it anymore?
But now, I have Louis.
Maybe Louis will fix me.
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FanfictionHarry Styles is depressed, anorexic, and suicidal. It's not until Louis Tomlinson, a normal guy, shows up to Harry's school that maybe, Harry could start... being okay.
