Two ghosts

Two

Harry woke up to the bluest eyes he had ever seen he fell in love all over again, he felt a bit embarrassed when Louis was stood over him when he looked like such a mess "what happened" Harry asked as he sat up still sat on zayns knee.  "You had another episode mate but it's ok everyone went back to class"

Harry looked around them and realised they were still in the middle of the dinner hall. He felt like an idiot "hey Harry how are you feeling" Louis said as he stroked Harry's curly fringe out of his eyes

Harry froze he didn't know what to say the boy of his dreams was speaking to him, he was atually speaking to him, omg he he being sarcastic, does he want me to answer, should I lie, should I tell the truth, Harry's brain was going wild. In the end he just nodded

"Omg Harry you never use real words do you, your so fucking annoying you know that right"

Harry didn't know what to do, one minute the boy of his dreams was being nice, with his gorgeous blue eyes staring at him and the next he was stabbing knives in His heart,

"W-what do you mean" whimpers Harry

"Omg your so stupid" Louis walks off  "hey Harry it's ok you know he has bipolar he doesn't mean it" Niall explains. By this time the bandages on Harry's wrist had slid down and Harry hadn't noticed, zayn did though "Harry darling you said you would stop that" Zayn ran his finger down Harry's cuts they looked fresh, Harry accidentally let a tear slide down his face "please Harry I know it's hard but you really need to stop hurting yourself, you don't deserve it and it makes me and Niall sad".
Zayn was always very protective over Harry, he has been since they were little, but to be honest Harry didn't mind he though it helped him I don't know where I'd be without those boys in my life.

"I don't want you to be sad" Harry whispered as he was still lay on zayns knee. " hey hazza are you ok to get up now or do you want to rest more" Harry didn't really want to get up, he wanted to stay there forever, he liked lying on Zayn, he smelt good, Harry always memorised smells and payed close attention to them and he didn't like things in his life to change that much and zayns scent never did, i can't describe it it smells like the sun and coffee Harry trusted Zayn just a little more than niall

It was probably because that have been friends for longer but it wasn't that much longer only a year or two.

"Harry what you thinking about darling" Niall asked as Harry's eyes wonderd off "oh erm nothing"

"Well we all know it wasn't nothing"

Harry liked that Niall and Zayn always knew that Harry was upset or when he was happy or confused,

"Come on hazza it's time to go to maths"

Harry reluctantly got up and of zayns knee, his knees felt week but that's probably because he had been lay down for a while,

Harry couldn't stop thinking about what Louis said to him
I know he didn't mean it but did he mean it
Maybe he hates me now
Maybe I have reuind all my chances of him loving me
Maybe he can't love me Because I'm just a problem

"Hey hazza stop thinking darling, come on Let's go to maths"