Seven

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Hey 

How are you?

*pauses to listen*

yeah me too.

anyways, go ahead and read.

Enjoyyy x

P.O.V Harry

I crack my eyes open as I hear my alarm go off.Looking around my room, last nights, or the occurences that happened just  a few hours ago come rushing back to me making my head heavy and my limbs weak. I manage to reach over to my alarm sliding my thumb to silence it. 

I close my eyes, just wanting to dissapear into the lumpy mattress, and stay in my dark, tattered room forever. The smell of cigarettes is prominent throughot the house because of my stepdads addiction to both smoking and drinking. 

I strech my long, slim legs and brush my hands through my bed hair. Its a beanie day today, for sure. I dont even have to look at myself in the mirror to know that my curls are untamed and reaching out into nothingness, 

I sigh as i walk over to my wardrobe, pulling out a pair of my beloved black skinny jeans. I place my legs into them and jump up and down, attempting to put them on. I am known for having the tightest jeans in school, and I wont complain. After several jumps and random stretching of my legs across my room, they are firmly attached to my legs. I chose to wear a dark green, oversized jumper, making sure it does not expose my fresh cuts. 

I grab a dark green matching beanie and place it on top of my wild curls, swooping them to the side. 

I look at myself in the mirror, not bad Styles. I smirk. not bad at all, after last night. The bruises are more prominent now, however the swelling has died down. I make sure to hide any traces of sadness and emotion as I put on my famous poker face that I wear everyday, 

No one wants a faggot like you Harry, so stop attempting to hide your scars, because no one will care anyways.


I push my sunconcious mind away as I grab my phone and bag, rushing out into the cold air, 

I make it to school just a little late, hearing the bell ring as I sprint around the corner of the building, and entering the small reeption. I sprint up the stairs and head to psychology. 

I open the door calmly and enter without a word. my poker face still on. I recieve glances from people in the class as they take in my bruised face. 

I look across the class, seeing one spare seat. 

of fucking course. 

I walk over and slump into my seat next to Louis.

He shifts in his seat but I chose to ignore him. I pull out my books and focus on the oh so boring Ms,Jones. 

'' Okay, class. Now that we have all arrived..'' she glanced at me and I rolled my eyes, making sure she saw it. ''I believe we can start the test,''

My eyes widen and it is my turn to shift in my seat. Test?

Ms.Jones hand out the papers and I take a deep breath. I always get nervous for tests, although I am an A* student. 

Ms.Jones hands me the paper and wishes the class a good luck as she takes a swig of her coffee cup.

I finish the test early, psychology is my best class, although I am an A student in all my courses, I enjoy psychology the most, except for art. 

I lean back in my chair, finally looking over to Louis, his back hunched over the desk as he scribbles his answers down on the paper. He looks like he is struggeling but I cant seem to care. He grabs at his hair multiple times as he chews his yellow pencil. 

I let out a low chuckle, sleep still coating my voice. He turns to me, His blue orbs meeting my green ones. 

Has his eyes always looked so.....beautiful?

What teh actual fuck Harry, you can't be saying that about him! Hes a twat and you know it. He will ruin your reputation.

I ignore my subconciousness, keeping my eyes locked with Louis' .

He smirks, realising he got me staring, and he looks down at my lips and back up to my eyes. 

I feel my cheeks heat up, what the hell? Why him?

He licks his lips and cocks his eyebrow at me. 

I look away immediately, my desk suddenly becoming the most interesting object on the face of the earth. 

I hear Ms.Jones walking around class collecting the papers, and I finally dare to look up only to meet Louis' gaze again. 

Ms.Jones passes us, grabbing our papers and placing them ontop of the large stack. She then disisses us, and I bolt out of my chair, grabbing for my bag and books. I turn on my heel about to sprint out the door when I feel a small, warm hand around my injured wrist. 

Its so warm and comforting against my cold, scarred skin.

I turn around only to see Louis looking at me, taking in my body until his eyes land on mine. His fingers tighten round my wrist and I wimper. He quickly clances at my wrist seeing the edge of the bandage peeking out of my jumper. 

My mind brings me back and I jerk my hand out of his, growling. I take big steps away from him, until I'm in the corridor. I make a run for the guys bathroom, my mind cluttered. 

He knows my secret. My disgusting secret is revealed. He knows I cut, and soon everyone else will. 

I lean against the sink, my head leaing on the mirror infront of me. 

I dont notice someone entering the bathroom until I feel hands around my waist, giving me a tight hug. I take a sharp breath looking into the mirrior, seeing a feather-haired boy smiling at me, his eyes sad. 

I look at him in utter shock. What?

My mouth doesnt allow me to speak as I feel his warmth surround me and I feel my legs go weak. 

Someone cares.

I let out a sob and before I know it, Im guided into a bathroomstall and sat on the toilet. I see the door being closed through my teary eyes. 

A pair of small. warm hands wrap around my neck as Louis straddles me. He places his head on my shoulders and I snuggle my head in the crook of his neck, letting out violent sobs as my poker face and walls crumble around me.

The only thought Im left with as I sit there, in Louis' embrace is,

Someone cares about me.

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