A story that a friend and I have been roleplaying over on chatzy :) enjoy!!
Harry’s POV
“Harry please don’t hit me” Niall whimpered out as I held him against the wall.
“Why shouldn’t I Niall” I questioned him.
“I swear I didn’t doing anything”
“Then why is my girlfriend crying, you were the one with her before she started crying” I looked at him with anger in my eyes and my fist ready to pound him. I was so pissed at him, he made my girl cry and that’s unacceptable.
“She tried to kiss me, I told her I couldn’t do it” He started crying. I griped onto him harder probably leaving marks on him later but I was pissed off he was lying.
“How do I know you’re not lying?”
“Because I’m gay” Did I really just hear what I think I just heard? I’m hearing things right? I loosened up my grasp a lot and looked him straight in the eyes. “Since, when?”
“I don’t know a couple months” He just looked down at the floor ashamed. “And how come I’m just finding out about this?” He shrugged and told me he thought we all knew. Well I obviously didn’t know about him. He never tells me anything. Niall is one of my best friends, the guy I’m secretly in love with but can’t let it out. I wasn’t really going to hurt him I just wanted to scare him to make sure he knew his properties. If I did hurt him I would never let myself down about it, just seeing the hurt in his eyes every day, seeing the fake smile plastered on his face hurts. I just released him and shoved him against the wall and said whatever while walking out of the room to go find my girlfriend.
Niall’s POV:
I let myself slide down the wall and curl up into a ball automatically going and tracing my scars. I finally let the tears escape my eyes and told myself the pain will go away tonight. Hearing the door open I quickly shoved my sleeves down and looked up to see Harry walking back into the room. “I forgot my phone” He said. “It’s over there” I told him nodding towards it watching him as he grabbed it and looked at me suspiciously. “You, alright?” He asked me walking to the door. I just told him a simple yes and he walked out the door. I just wanted to scream hell no I’m not, I’m broken, can’t you tell. Can’t you see past your thick skull that I’m not happy, that you just added to the list of people that hated me now.
I finally got off the floor after hearing the front door slam and walked upstairs. I see Harry standing in the middle of the hallway starring at the stairs. “You happy now, she’s gone.” He asked, and I looked down and quickly pulled down my sleeves that I subconsciously pulled up again. I just mumbled whatever and started to walk to my room but he stood in my way. “What Harry?”
“Why do you keep tugging you sleeves down?”
“I don’t” I looked down scarred, does he know?
“Yes, you do Niall.”
“No I don’t”
“Stop LYING ALREADY I saw the scars on your arms.” At those words my head quickly snapped up to look at him. I tugged my sleeves down farther and told him he that he didn’t. He walked close to me and grabbed a hold of my wrist. I winced in pain and yelled for him to let me go.
“I’m not letting go until you tell me what’s wrong”
“Let me GO”
“I said NO Niall!” I shoved him off of me and started towards my room. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me into his room, throwing me against the bed. He walked to his door, closed it and locked it, then sat down in front of it so I couldn't get out.
“You’re not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” I rolled my eyes and turned around to face the wall on the opposite side of his door.
“Fine be like that, but just remember you aren’t leaving this room until you talk and you aren’t going to get any food.”
“Whatever”
