"Okay, seriously Harry. Tell me what is going on." I said.

I had now dropped my ladle and my hands were crossed over my chest. Harry leaned against the counter and bit his lip.

"Harry!"

"Okay, just relax. I'm not going to tell you that I am a serial killer." He chuckled. "It's just.. It's just something I need you to know, nothing big, really. I just.."

He bit his lip again.

"I have always been a normal kid, you know the geeky kid.."

"The geeky kid?!" I breathed.

I couldn't imagine Harry being geeky of any kind, when his arms were filled with tattoos and because his sexy stare made me think that he was more than experienced in the sexual area. But he just smiled.

"Yeah, crazy huh? I was kind of the biggest geek in my school.. I could never sit still, I always wanted to do something, and get up at the teachers desk to show the class something. I was so.. alert. But anyways. It all kind of changed when some of the cool kids started to hang with me, just for fun. You know, they hung out with me and made fun of me afterwards."

I felt sad for Harry, but Harry just kept on smiling and shrugging. I realized, what was I expecting? It was Harry.

"Anyway. I started to become more like them, do their stuff, and suddenly.."

He went quiet, and it looked like he was thinking really hard because his eyebrows were furrowed.

"What Harry?"

"I realized, even though it sounds lame, that it was perfect. Like I always was a part of their gang, like I belonged with them. And I asked myself why, because all they were doing was to bang chicks and start massive fights.. But it was just weird. I really liked the whole fighting-thing."

I didn't really understand where he was going with this.

"So..?" I asked.

"So.. I started to do the same things as them. And suddenly, they didn't make fun of me. Because I was now ruling the fights, I was kicking everyones ass. My new gang started to fear me, but even more.. like me. So I guess I did it to be liked, but the main reason why I was now beating the shit out of every living person in the school was becuase.. I loved it. All the stress and anger that I had been collecting all day was just pouring out on the poor things I fighted with.."

I was quiet. All of the sudden, I started to feel bad. Not for him, but I started to feel sick. I had been walking around and adoring this guy, and now.. I was shocked. But I let him continue.

"I didn't tell my parents because even though I was a whole new person, deep down I still had the little Harry-cupcake inside of me. And I didn't wanna change the imagine they had of me, because I was afraid they would see me as a disappointment. But my new hobby quickly became my new drug. I didn't wanna do it, but my body didn't agree and I was surprised how strong I had found myself to be, but also how powerful."

Harry looked deeply in my eyes. This wasn't the way I wanted this day to turn out to. I had tears in my eyes, stupid me. Always starting to cry at the most inappropriate moments.

"But one day, my parents found out anyway.. A teacher caught me beating the living hell out of a student, and when I saw the teachers face, my whole world fell apart. It was his face, he was just looking at me with the most disgusted disappointment.. That's when I realized how low I had got. And only because I took my eyes away from the kid at the teachers face instead, the kid took his chance and hit me, hard, on the jaw. I fell immediately to the ground."

I was listening with big eyes. My hands were shaking. But I didn't see any sign in Harry. He was just looking a bit ashamed.

"What happened?" I almost whispered.

"I woke up at the hospital, and the first three things I could see was my mum, my dad and my sister Gemma. They were all giving me the same look the teacher gave me. That was another low point for me. I felt so ashamed of myself. And then.."

"And then what?!"

"The doctor came. He said I had a concussion of the brain, a few bruises and a fragile jaw. My parents nodded but still gave me the killer-look. Then the doctor said that they had found something else. And that all the signs were pointing at it.."

He both took a deep breath, and a step closer to me. I didn't move. Strange, by now I should be scared to death. But Harrys calmness was comforting, and also the fact that we were in a bakery.

"I have ADHD, Kath. I've had it since I was born."

I had never been good at diseases or medical stuff, and I felt really stupid that I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. Luckily, he saw that I was confused.

"It's a disability that basically means that I have attention-problems and are hyperactive all the time. That explains why I never could sit still for a minute, and when I started to hit other people, I was finally curing my disease. Or, well, you can never cure it, but I was mentally curing it by doing something that got me sweaty. And it felt so good, you know." He smiled.

I thouht that I should've been mad at him, but really, for what? He was being sweet and telling me probably his most private secret, and I just knew that he wasn't the same person anymore. The guy he was describing wasn't Harry, even though he looked kind of tough. So I just nodded.

"And the second the doctor informed my parents, their eyes changed into their normal, soft and caring eyes. They all hugged me, and that's when I decided that disease or not, I would never hit another person. Sure, I could threat someone, or push someone up against a wall, but never hit someone."

I nodded once again.

"So.. That's my story." He said and once again leaned against the counter.

Then he saw my almost afraid look, and swiftly got up to me, holding my hands.

"I'm not like psycho or something, don't start thinking like that." He chuckled. "I'm still Harry."

"I know.." I said. "I'm just progressing this whole story, you know.. It's a lot.."

"I don't blame you, it's just.. Ever since I told the guys.. I don't think they see me the same way like before.." He said with a sad face, for the first time.

"No, no, no stop Harry! They love you!" I said and held his chin up.

"So you don't.. hate me? Or see me in a diffrent light?"

I sighed and smiled.

"No, I don't. I could never hate you. And yes, I might have learned about some things about your past, but it's not changing the man you are today." I smiled.

He smiled too.

"You're pretty perfect, you know that, right?" Harry said low and looked all over my face with shining eyes.

"Yeah, but not that perfect. I can be pretty bad sometimes."

"Like when?"

"Like now." I said and threw the biggest handful of flour I could get at him.

Now it was a war.

Notes

Hi guys! Sooorryyy for not updating.. Homework and school-stuff has been killing me. Anyways. I GOT TICKETS FOR ONE DIRECTION OMFG!! IT COULDN'T BE BETTER, I AM SO FREAKING HAPPY! I hope I will write tomorrow night too, but just in case I don't, I will the day after that, I promise. Love, A.

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