Fear

Chapter 8

Anne makes me and harry dinner before telling us she has to go out but Harry must stay here the night, I look at her with wide eyes as Harry's face holds a smirk. he practically pushes Anne out the door and when she's gone he turns too me.
"My mum almost found out" he says, voice low just in case Anne May be able to hear him. "I know I'm sorry I just didn't know you were coming so I didn't have time to cover them up" I stutter nervously. "that was a pathetic excuse you used there with my mum, she must be fucking dumb thinking you have friends" he sniggers
"We were friends once" I remind him cautiously, it catches him off guard for a second but he quickly covers it up, he starts too laugh, his cute dimples popping out next too his mouth and I have too restrain myself from poking them.
"We were like 5" his deep voice booms at me "I was too young to understand how weird you are, it meant nothing"
That hurts, it was only 3 years ago and harry just said it meant nothing, it meant the world to me, every night I dream of being that close again.
"Where am I sleeping" he asks me and I gesture for him too follow me upstairs, I lead him too my mums room as that's where he's sleeping tonight.
"Well clear of then you pathetic gay" he laughs at me as I stand awkwardly in the doorway.
I roll my eyes before I can realise what I'm doing an Harry clearly doesn't like it.
"Did you just roll your fucking eyes at me you queer" he growls at me "why are you thinking you can talk back too me you can't, your fucking worthless you deserve to die and rot in hell like all the other gays, get the fuck out of this room before I make you, you ugly piece of shit" my jaw drops and I quickly scurry away, tears are blurring my vision as I run into my room and lock my door, Harry's words are repeating in my head 'your fucking worthless, you deserve to die and rot in hell like all the other gays' is all I can hear, over and over, my hands are shaking and I feel as though I'm going to collapse, I sit down on my bed trying to calm down the flow of tears falling out of my eyes, maybe Harry's right, maybe I should die, I'm pathetic anyway I'm worthless, fuck no one would care, I walk into my bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror all I can see is a pathetic little gay, Harry's right, every single thing he's said is right.