Cheshire Chatroom Continuation

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[Harry's POV]

Tears began to flow down my cheeks as I walked down the street. I didn't know where to go. My mother was supposed to come and get me from Louis, but I wasn't there. I had left my keys in the locker and there was no way to retrieve them. It was cold outside and it began to drizzle.

Deciding it would be better to find some warmth, I headed for the park. Luck was not on my side, though, as I heard a familiar voice. "Aww frocetto, awww, look at Nialler, he's crying!" Zayn chuckled as he trotted towards me, the blonde boy following him. "What happened? You're too cute to cry ... " I was stunned by the compliment and blushed. Then my cheeks turned red, and this time not from embarrassment. He slapped me. I raised my hand to my cheek stinging with pain and Zayn chuckled, "Did you really believe me? What a naive boy. " Niall slammed me against the wall and grinned, "Like we could give a damn about you! But go to your boyfriend, fagot! "

They laughed as they ran away from me after Zayn hit me in the stomach. A sob escaped my lips as I realized I couldn't take refuge with my boyfriend. I didn't have one anymore. I curled up on myself in a phase of self-hate. Why did I have to break up with him? He was a jerk, yes, but he made me feel special. Even though it started making me feel bad and I couldn't handle it. It wasn't physical pain either, but an emotional one.

Every day I had to see him kiss Eleanor, hug Eleanor, laugh with Eleanor. Eleanor, Eleanor, Eleanor! I didn't even care that he didn't want to come out, I understood that. He just kept hanging around kissing her, and then I found out that ... he had sex with her! It pained me to know that he had touched her like that, had kissed her, had been intimate with her. Then he said it meant nothing to him.

I actually understood why he liked it. She was beautiful and ... a girl. I was a boy. I bet he had been making fun of me all that time and taking advantage of my crush on him. I didn't want to fall in love with him. He was just awesome, yeah, and I'd always felt like there was something more to him than tattoos and piercings.

When he was in his seventh grade he had none and it was already wonderful. It was as if Niall and Zayn influenced him as soon as he started high school. I didn't understand why they hated me. I wasn't exactly beautiful and I didn't go out with many people, but I had never done anything to them. How did they know I was gay then? Had they supposed it when they saw that I had curls and dimples? They had always seen me as a little girl. Slowly I began to get up, wincing from the pain in my ribs. The bruises from the other time still hurt me and these new ones didn't help at all. I fell to my knees in agony, feeling a stabbing and sharp pain in my ribs.

"Everything is alright?" a sweet voice immediately asked. I opened my eyes to meet a pair of bright blue ones. I pulled away, and in a pleading tone, "Please don't f-hurt me!"

"I'm not hurting you, please ... get help," Perrie begged as she knelt down and offered me a hand. I looked at her hesitantly, but she persisted. "It's raining ... you don't want to get drenched, right?" I smiled slightly, glancing at the gray sky as the drizzle began to thicken. I grabbed her soft hand and she wrapped her arms around my torso to help lift me up. "Thanks." "Come on, I'll take you in my car," she smiled, holding her arms around me, to support me up to the red convertible. "Nice car," I complimented as I reached the passenger seat. She sat in her seat, closing the door, starting the engine and replying, "Thank you. Well, what were you doing in the cold, freezing rain, on the ground at 9.00 in the evening? " "U-Um ..." I stammered playing with my fingers, unsure how to answer. "You can tell me anything you know. Not that since my boyfriend is a jerk I want to hurt you too: "Her eyes were sincere and she intertwined his fingers with mine giving me a reassuring squeeze. I sighed weakly, saying, "My boyfriend is a jerk too." Her hands stiffened in mine, and he said, abruptly, "What the fuck did Louis do?"

"U-Uh how do you-"

"He told me about you two going out. But now what the hell has he done? " Perrie answered, a raised eyebrow. I gasped and whined softly, "H-He ... slept with Eleanor ... and-and he hit me ... along with Zayn-"

"Oh fuck, no!" she commented and I was shocked at her tone. Her blue eyes softened and she sighed, taking my face in her hands to wipe away my tears. I felt like a kind of child. She pressed a kiss to my forehead, whispering, "I can't believe you went through this with so much strength ... you deserve so much more."

"I ... broke up with him," I told her, resting my head on her shoulder. She smiled slightly, "Well... I don't understand why he did that... he told me she loves you. I talked to him and told him it would be stupid to keep going out with El ... "

"He's just a playboy, addicted and arrogant," I muttered harshly. Perrie frowned, "Now don't say these things... yeah, he's an idiot... but he's sweet too. I'm not telling you to forgive him, but I'm not telling you to hate him either. From a certain point of view he likes you anyway, I see it from the loving eyes he has every time he meets you in the corridors or in the canteen. " I blushed slightly, but shook my head, as the tears began to fall, "I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive him ... he only knows how to make me feel bad ..."

"It's perfectly understandable, honey," she smiled sadly before saying guiltily, "Now I should have been with my friend Jade. I'll give you a ride, where will I take you? "

"To my friend's house."

***

"Who the hell is - Oh Harry?"

"H-Hi Liam ... can I come in?" I asked softly. He frowned and gave me permission, asking, "What's wrong?" I sighed, taking a seat on his couch as he followed me, confused. I brought my gaze to the ground and muttered with fragility, "I broke up with him ..." "W-What?" Liam asked and his brown eyes widened. I chuckled sadly, "I broke up with Louis." "Whoa," I saw a small smile on Liam's face before he forced himself to back away. I gave him a confused look. Then he asked, "What happened?" I took a shaky breath, then replied, "He um ... he practically cheated on me ... and then he said it meant nothing to him, but to me ... he ... it hurt so much to know t-that for him to betray was normal. Like I was a second choice ... like I was just there to kiss him and stuff while he could go around having sex with someone else. "

Liam frowned and pulled me into a hug as I curled up on his chest sobbing. He stroked my back in a reassuring tone, whispering sweet words in my ear. "W-Why doesn't anyone love me?" I groaned into his shoulder. Everyone hated me. The people at school, Zayn, Niall, my mother didn't seem to care much about me either. My sister was in college and never called, then there was Louis who took advantage of me. I was totally useless. He pulled me away slightly and lifted my chin saying in a soft voice, "I do."

"Y-Yes, but this is almost brotherly love... it's different," I explained, my gaze fixed as she wiped away my tears. She bit her lip before smiling, "No... it's... a different love. I ... I love you like a boyfriend would. I love you since I first set eyes on you in the eighth grade. "

"O-Oh," I said, unsure of how I should answer, "Why didn't you tell me?" he blushed lightly, saying, "You've always loved Louis... but... I can treat you better. I'll never hurt you like he did ... I'll try to make you smile and laugh, instead of making you cry. I will come out to you and never hide our relationship, apart from around your mother ... " I smiled softly, "Really?"

"Sure ..." his eyes flickered slightly, lingering on my lips and I tensed slightly. I had only ever kissed Louis ... maybe being with Liam could have helped me? He was never going to treat me like Louis did. He would treat me with love and care. So I walked over and our lips met. No fireworks, but I felt a comfortable feeling. And that was all I needed in that moment. Well-being, love and protection.