Angels can Fly✅

Chapter 7

♡Harry's POV♡

I love Louis. I am truly in love with Louis and the past two weeks have been amazing. He kisses me everyday, holds my hand, cuddles with me, sings to me, he is doing everything I've ever wanted. When we won the talent show, a rush of excitement and love went through my body and I could not help but pick him up and twirl him around. In two weeks it will be my birthday, I hope he asks me to be his boyfriend because I am afraid he will never ask me. I have a new song I have written for him, and I want to give him a present on my birthday instead of him giving me one. "Niall please I need help." Louis barges in the room and he is on the phone, why is he talking to Niall?

"Lou?" I say, he was unaware I was in the room and his face is filled with dread and worry. "I will text you later bye." His voice is annoyed when he hangs up and throws the phone in the floor and walks to me and straddles me while I sit in the office chair. He sighs and begins to speak"Hazza I'm so upset." His voice is muffled as his head is pressed into the crook of my neck. He continues, this time with his forehead pressed against mine, "Niall was supposed to help me with your birthday present and he backed out because I am-" he stops and brings up his hands, "a fag" he uses his hands for quotations. I hate Niall, I hate him more than anything. "Do NOT listen to him Boobear, I would rather you get it by yourself then to get help from that idiot. Let's stay away from him yeh?" He nods his head and lays it back down on me. He is small, his legs dangle and can not reach the ground. He is warm, the heat from his body makes me burn up. He is perfect, and I want him to be mine. "Can you reach and get me a pen out of that drawer." I say to him, I want to write something on his arm to remind him of the love I have for the small boy. He reaches to the wrong drawer and pulls it open. Fuck. "Wrong drawer Lou..." I whisper. That was the drawer I hid all the extra pills I was supposed to be taking. I could feel the anger build in his chest, I knew he was going to scream at me. Im a horrible person, I deserve nothing but dirt.

"Harry what the fuck!" He is not loud yet but he is mad at me, I know he is I can feel it in my heart. He gets off my lap and sits on my- our bed. He pressed his index finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, I do not know whether to cry or to answer him. "Harry you know God damn well you are supposed to take those! Do you not remember what happened last time you stopped taking them? Are you dumb Harry, no you aren't you are smart so why the hell are you doing this shit again!" He gets louder and louder and almost yells at me. My choked sobs are the only thing he can hear as I try to answer. I do not like taking the pills, they make me loud and I talk too much, I don't want to be someone that gets in everyone's way...especially Louis'.

"I-I get annoying when I t-take them and I didnt w-want to bother everyone e-e-especially y-you Lou." I take a breath to catch myself from stuttering, I'm so afraid he will leave. "L-Last time I stopped I got quiet a-a-and everyone stopped bullyin-ng me so much and y-y-you didn't tell me to calm d-down a-all the time L-Lou. Please dont b-be mad a-at m-m-me." I choke out the words as I can. My stutters and sobs get in the way and it takes me longer than it should to speak. I know he is mad, he is going to be mean, I hate it when she is mean. The last time he was mean was in 8th grade, he called me so many bad names. He opens his mouth, why cant he just kiss me and hold me to make me better, I just want to be okay right now.

"Harold Edward FUCKING STYLES-" he stops to calm himself, he is going to blow up, and it is going to be bad. "If you do not take those I will shove them down your throat and make you. You get bad with out those, you get too fucking sad and want to die and I'm too afraid to loose you. You dont get fucking annoying you come out of YOUR FUCKING SHELL YOU HAVE BUILT UP AND YOU DONT NEED ONE YOU NEED TO BE YOURSELF I DO NOT LIKE IT WHEN YOURE SCARED ALL THE TIME IT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I CAN NOT PROTECT YOU DUMBASS!" I can in no way control my crying this time as I fall to my floor and wait for him to hold me, but he doesnt, he walks to the door and stops before he leaves. "When you decide to grow the hell up and take your medication that HELPS you, Ill be back but im going to the bakery. Bye Harry." He left, he left my laying on the floor bawling my eyes out and its my fault. He doesn't love me anymore, I know he doesnt.