𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛~

Harry x Bullied! Male Reader

Harry is so cute in that omllll- 😊
post apocalyptic chapter!~
This chapter includes the following:
Offensive names
Thoughts of self harm/ suicide
Strong language

If you are sensitive to these things, please go to another chapter. Love you guys!

I've been called many names after coming out. They make me ashamed of being myself.

"Pansy!"
"He's such a fairy."
"Hey! Over here, homo!"
"Your going to hell!"

All these names have brought me down to the point where I can't take it anymore...The only thing that's keeping me alive at this point is my best friend, Harry. He's been the only person besides my family, who supports me.

The thing is I haven't told my parents about the bullying.

It was a normal day, I was sitting at my desk minding my own business when suddenly, the asshole Scarlett threw a paper ball at my head...again.

I sigh and pick up the ball off the floor.

"*insert f- slur here*" 

I feel a tear escape my eye and I wiped it away. My attention then focused on the loud bell, signaling that the school day was over.

I grabbed my bag off of the floor and set it on the chair. Slipping a few extra credit assignments to keep my mind off of things and to keep my grade high, into my binder before sliding it into my book bag. I grabbed my laptop case from underneath the desk and safely packing my laptop into it.

I picked up my stuff and speed walked to my locker, grabbing the remaining books out of my lockers. I then heard a voice behind me.

"Hey. Are you okay, y/n?"

Ahhh. My best friend. Harry.

"Ah. Harry. I haven't seen you all day. Uh...yeah! I'm fine!" I rub the back of my neck nervously.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"
"Oh no. I'm fine. I can walk!"
"Oh...okay. Uh, do you wanna spend the night this weekend?"
"S-sure."
"Okay...I'll...I'll see you then!"
"Bye..."

                                 *time skip*

As soon as I stepped inside of my room I immediately broke down. I ran into my bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror.

"What's so wrong with being me?" I said between tears.

I had always tried to avoid cutting...but recently it's been hard.

I grabbed the razor out of the medicine cabinet, I examined it.

"What's the point anymore...?"

I cut a very thin line on my wrist.

Line after line after line...

I sighed and put it down. Watching myself bleed.

"Y/n...?"

I heard that same voice again...shit.

"Harry! I-I...it's not what it looks like!"

I felt him embrace me. The warmth of his hug made me shiver.

"I understand. You don't have to explain anything, y/n. It's okay. I'm here for you now. I'm sorry I didn't see how bad it was. This is my fault I'm so sorry."

"Harry...it's not your fault. I just felt so alone and..." 

He let go of me and showed me his wrists. They were covered in scars.

"It was from when I was a kid. When my dad left. I felt alone too, but then you came along..."

"Harry..."

"I know this is a bad time...but would you like to go get a coffee and talk about it?"

"Yes please...."

Ahhhh. I'm sorry for making Scarlett such a bitch- 😳😹😼😌