Stay With Me

Chapter 5

Hey guys! It's me again. I know, crazy, right? I wrote this at different times throughout a period of time so, I'm sorry if it sucks ass. ALSO THERE WILL BE SOME HARSH LANGUAGE THAT MIGHT TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. Just had to put that out there. I hope y'all enjoy!

Harry's POV

"Harry, wake up mate," I hear as I lift my head up. I look around, confused. Everyone is leaving the cafeteria, I guess I fell asleep. "Come on. We got to get to class," Liam says and grabs my backpack for me. I stand up and start making my way to biology, grabbing my backpack from Liam when we had to go our separate ways.

It takes me about a minute to get to class. Once I see the door, the bell rings so I rush inside. Thankfully the teacher, Mrs. Croxtin doesn't notice me so I make my way to the back, sitting in my usual seat. I sit down and zone out for the whole class. I come out of my daze when I hear the bell ringing. I stand up and as I'm about to make my way to the door, "Hey Harry, stay back a few minutes," is what I hear. I mentally groan and wait for everyone to leave before I make my way up to Mrs. Croxtins desk.

"Hey harry, is everything alright? You seemed really out of it today, do you want to talk about it?" Mrs. Croxtin asks.
"Yeah, everything's alright. If I ever need someone to talk to, I'll come talk to you," I told her with a sweet smile.
"Alright, have a good day Harry," she said as I walked out the door.

As I make my way to my last class of the day, I see the crew. The crew is what I call the group of people who beat me up. It's a weird name, I know. I see the crew walking and laughing so I keep my head down, praying that they don't see me. But, they do. I'm not surprised. They whispered something among themselves, and before I knew it I was being dragged into a bathroom.

"Hi there, fag," one of the boys said. The only thing going through my mind was, 'I was already beaten up today'.
"We decided that one beating just wasn't enough today," the biggest one said. His name was Jason but if you called him that, he would flip out. He had a 'special' name that he made everyone call him by. I have no idea what it is though, because I don't care.
"Can we hurry up already? I'm bored," the one closest to me said.
"Yeah, go ahead," Jason said and stepped back, letting the rest on the boys punch and kick the living crap out of me.

They stop after a long and painful six minutes. They all get up and leave the bathroom while yelling rude and cruel words at me, but one stuck out more than the rest. "See you tomorrow for more, fag" is what had been said. That means that todays second beating was just for kicks and giggles. Great.

I get off the bathroom floor and make my way to class. I get there late and the teacher just gave me the stink eye. He'll probably ask me to stay after class and ask why I was late. Guess I'll have to come up with something.

As soon as I zoned out, the door to the classroom opens revealing, none other than Jason. Great. "Aw, Mr. Garcia. May I ask what you're doing here?" Mr. Keller asked Jason as he walked into the classroom.
"They changed my schedule," Jason said while handing Mr. Keller the transfer paper. How wonderful.
"Okay, you can take the seat next to Mr. Styles," Mr. Keller said as he pointed to the back where I was seated. At that moment, my heart sank to the floor. I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was drowning. I kinda wish I was. Jason smirks and makes his way over to the desk right beside mine.
"Hey there, fag," he said and spat. I just sat there and tried my hardest not to cry. I wasn't going to let him make me cry, not in class. He spent the whole period on his phone, totally forgetting I was there. I was thankful for that honestly, I didn't have to think about him hurting me because we were in class and he would get expelled if he did anything in here.

As the bell rang, I thanked the lord. (not literally though, he sucks) *AN This may or may not be my belief, but I will not share my beliefs with any of you unless asked* I've never walked out of a class so fast in my life. It actually hurt from how fast I was going to get out. I was rushing and my bruises were killing me, I'm sure they're even bigger today than all week.

As I'm rushing home, I start crying. Why did I start crying? Because, I really thought about what was going on in my life. I was alone again, I was getting hurt everyday (today it happened twice but thats besides the point). I was getting more and more depressed each and every day that I breathe. What did I possibly do to be this sad? What could I have done wrong? Why did I have to end up like this, depressed and lonely. What di-

"Harry!" Niall yells as he is driving slowly to try to keep the same pace as me. "You want a ride lad?"
"No, I'm okay," I say and give him a small smile.
"Are you sure? Are you crying? What's wrong mate?" He says sounding worried.
"No, I'm not crying. I sneezed then I yawned. My eyes always get watery, you know that you loaf," I said trying to sound as happy as possible while I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Oh, ok. Are you sure you don't want a ride?" Niall asks one more time.
"I'm sure Ni, Thank you though," I tell him giving him a small smile.
"Ok,if you say so. Bye mate," is the last thing I hear before I see Nialls tailights.

I walk and walk until I get home. I haven't stopped crying since Niall left. I know that I don't have much water left in my body, so as soon as I open the front door with my key, I rush to the kitchen to get water. I drink about 5 cups.

THIRD PERSON POV

He makes his way up to the bathroom that's connected to his room. Once he gets there, he rumgedes through the cabinets, looking for razor blades. He looked for about 5 minutes, but he couldn't find anything. He pulled his legs to his chest and just cried. As Harry cried, he was telling himself stuff like, "I don't want to be here anymore," or, "I can't do it, I can't handle this anymore." He sat on the floor crying and crying, for about half an hour.

"I don't want to be here any more. I can't. It hurts to much to be here," Harry said as he cried. He laid down on the bathroom floor. No one was home to hear him, no one was there to hold him and tell him it was going to get better.

He stood up, wiping his tears. He walked downstairs and put on his shoes, and like that he left the house. He walked until he got to the store, and until he found the aisle he was looking for. He grabbed the razors that weren't attached to anything. He knew what he was doing was stup- "Excuse me, can I grab those?" a boy who looked to be around Harry's age asked.
"Um, yeah," Harry said and sniffled.
"You want to talk about it?"

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Hey guys!!! If you didn't guess, yes, that is Louis. From now on, there will be no more of Harry's POV. You'll see why eventually. I really hope you guys liked it!

All the love~AJ