Can I Make You Smile?

New Friend

Harry stepped out of the car, a backpack on his shoulder.  Running a hand through his tousled curls, he headed into the building, expecting the worst. There were a lot of teenagers around, and the place kind of rememebered him of high school. Kids walking around, talking to each other, laughing .   

i bet it's not always like that, he thought to himself. Suddenly something pushed him, and he fell face first on the floor. ''Fuck,'' He groaned, getting up and dusting off his jeans. Turning around, he saw a blonde haired boy. ''Sorry lad. I'm Niall. You can call me Nialler, if you want. Who are you?'' He said, a big smile on his face.  ''I'm Harry. '' He mumbled back. 'It's not all teenagers around here. There are some old mad people and depressed cat ladies, but they mostly stay in their rooms. The teenagers are more social.'' Niall explain, and Harry nodded. ''By the way, i'm your roommate. I'm bipolar, what are you?'' Niall asked, like it was the most normal thing in the world. ''Same. Perfectly happy one moment. tried to kill myself the next. So they sent me here.'' Niall nodded slowly, opening the door to their room. It was pretty simple.  Two beds, two nightstands, and a bathroom. Niall sat down on his bed, and looked up at Harry.  ''So Harold, what's your story?'' Harry chuckled and sat down also. ''Um... It started a few months ago. I had a girlfriend. She died. I got pretty depressed after that, started cutting, drinking, and stuff like that . But then Kat moved into the apartment above me a few months ago. She was nothing but perfect. She was pregnant, well, is pregnant, but her dickhead boyfriend broke up with her right after he found out. She broke down, and i comforted her, and then it kind of just spiralled up from that. I fell in love with her. And it was all so wonderful, up until yesterday, when i had this kind of anxiety, depression moment and tried killing myself, and then they sent me here. I swear, the people i love always end up getting hurt. I'm such a fuckup.'' He shook his head, and then looked up at Niall, waiting for him to tell him his story, in return. Niall just shrugged. ''I was bullied when i was younger. Especially around thirteen, to seventeen. I was kind of a baby face, and i had a bit of puppy fat, and my teeth were crooked. So they called me names. And hit me. And just treated me with disgust. Like i was some kind of an animal. I didn't even do anything, they just made up their own little stories and then spread them around. Finally i couldn't take it anymore, so i started cutting. It got pretty bad, i have scars all up my forearms. One day my mom caught me, and she freaked out and sent me here.'' He said, faking a casual tone, but his voice broke at the end and he sniffled. Harry scrunched his nose, and pulled Niall into his hug.  ''It's alright buddy, i'm here. You're alright. Nobody can hurt you now. Niall just broke down, sobbing into Harry's chest. ''Thanks.'' He mumbled between his cries, and Harry just hugged him tighter. How could people be  such monsters?