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Clarity

37.

For the ret of the plane ride Harry described to me step by step how to give a proper blow job with out killing myself from lack of air. He even taught me the proper way to breath while sucking.
During the whole conversation my face was a burning red, and I couldn't contain my giggles and occasionally covering my face "So you see, you did it almost perfectly, which is pretty good for a rookie." He chuckles, resting his hand on my head so he could play with my hair, the both of us still undressed.
"So it felt good?" I ask, nuzzling into his touch as he kissed my cheek, "Yes babe, it felt amazing." He promises, then the little beeping sound rang out, the one that signaled there was an announcement coming.
"Gentlemen we are landing now, please prepare yourself for touch down and your exit. Thank you." The reciever then booped as she hung up the announcement phone. "That's our cue." Harry informs, rolling off the bed, and grabbing his clothes so he could dress quickly.
"Harry?" I say, sitting up and stretching as I watched him pull his clothes over his glorious body. "Yes baby?" He said in response. "You kinda ripped my shirt, so I'm shirtless." I chuckle, running a hand through my hair as he nods.
"One moment. I have one of your shirts." He says, walking over to the small set up of draws and pulled out my missing red t-shirt.
"I grabbed it the night we made love at your apartment, I wanted something to hold when you weren't avable. When I went to my buisness meeting, I took it on the plane, but forgot it." He says quickly, a nervous expression on his face as he blushed and held out the article of clothing for me to take.
"Awww Harry!" I coo, flattered he had taken a keep-sake, but shaking my head at the thought of the one he had chosen. Actually come to think of it, I think that was one of my dirty shirts, meaning. Ack. I was still flattered though.
"Sorry." He says with a sheepish grin as I grab my shirt and pull it on over my head. "Red works for you, you look dashing." He compliments, adjusting his attire prior to running his hands through his knots of curls to neaten them up. "Thanks, my mum feels the same way." I chuckle, the compliment making me feel better about my plain shirt and jeans compared to his dark green blazer, white dress shirt, and brown twead pants.
If anyone looking dashing and charming it was him.
"Your mum has a good eye." He laughs, walking over and draping an arm around my shoulders as he kissed my temple, and then we both jolted back as the plane touched down, but luckily had the bed behind us to break our fall.
"That was almost bad!" Harry exclaims, me nodding in agreement as we both laughed. "Ready to meet my family?" Harry then asked, his tone quiet, a bit wavering. "Yes." I said, my tone going quiet as well. "Then I think we should get off the jet." He chuckles, standing up and pulling me up by my wrist.
I was having a little trouble believing the jet ride had gone so fast, us only talking about one centered topic while he found every little excuse to touch me.
"I think you'll like Cheschire, it's plain, but nice." He says, leading me out of the bedroom, past the pilot and announcement lady who waved, and once again we stepped down the steps of the plane, only this time my feet was touching the soil of his hometown.
The airport didn't look much different here then the way it did back in Doncaster, only this one was a little cleaner, and more posh looking with the nearby highway that you could hear the cars clopping over like overgrown horses.
Sighing, stretching out my legs, I sucked in a deep breath. I could do this, I could stay calm, and give his mother and sister the best impression possible.
Right?
A few paces ahead of us there was a bright white cab, a man loading our bags into the trunk as Harry released my wrist and wrapped an arm around me.
"Welcome to Ches-" He starts, but is aruptly cut off by a girl's voice, this one a bit snobby.
"Oh Harry!" She called out, and we both turned automatically to the sound of her voice, seeing a chubby blonde trotting over to us, in a sharp black blazer with a black pencil skirt, and she held a clip board that had a mountain of papers attatched to it.
"Hello Mrs. Gardner." He greets, his hold on my staying in place as I bit my lip.
"How are you love?" She asked, stopping a couple of steps away from him, panting as if she had just ran a marathon. "Great. Just about to get into the cab there with my man Louis." He says, giving me a noogie which made me squirm as I pinched his bum.
For a moment she stared at me then shook her head, ''Oh no! Pish posh, Emma has arranged for you to be driven in a more proper vehicle for your status." She informs, pointing to the other end of the parking lot where a car was parked, the faint outline of a woman shown through the thick tinted windows of the car, which resembled more of a limosene.
For a moment Harry goes deadly quiet, his grip tightening on me as he calm and relaxed face tensed and he snapped to the woman with a glare.
"Tell her I rather take a cab." He says, his voice low, and warning. "But-" She starts, a thick tension rising that made my stomach tighten, but Harry cut her off.
"C'mon Louis." He says loudly, loud enough to shut her up as he guided me over to the cab, a blank expression on his face. "Who's Emma?" I ask, noting he didn't seem to like her very much, because his reaction to someone making him an offer of a neater vehical was a bit, dramatic.
"None of your buisness!" He snaps, and instantly I shut up, afraid that I might've touched a sensitive subject.
"Sorry." I mumble, looking down as I felt a little twinge of hurt that he had snapped, I mean, what did I do wrong? He then sighed, opening my door to the cab, which I slid into with out another word.
"Ready?" The driver asks, the moment Harry slips in next to me and we buckle up as he shuts the door. "Ready." He said, and then gripped my shoulder.
''Sorry, I didn't mean to snap." He appoligizes, pinching my cheek softly as I looked up at him, some hair falling in my face. "It's okay, I've snapped at you before." I admit, shrugging and he shrugs in response as he sighs once more and sits back.
"Emma is a woman who use to be friends with my mother, and she had a thing for me." He informs, shivering. "When I rejected her, she black mailed me saying she would prosecute me for raping her if I didn't say yes, but I ignored her and she almost got me in trouble."
And at that I felt an instant distaste for that woman, though I couldn't blame her for liking him, he was sorta hot.
"Sorry, she sounds like a snob." I say, and he nods in agreement. "So where are we going?" I ask, deciding to shift the topic so we both would be relaxed. ''To my house, we'll be staying with my sister." He mumbles, grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.
"It'll be safe right?" I ask, the threat of his dad in the back of my mind, and he nods as he kisses my palm.
"My dad is away on buisness, there's no threat. That's why I chose now to come, and visit." He said softly, letting my hand fall onto his thigh as he laced our fingers together. "Oh." I reply, sitting back as well as I let my head loll to the so I could look out the window at the passing scenery.
There seemed to be more open space here, more feilds, tree's, rivers, and stuff like that. It looked like the perfect place for a boy to grow up. A boy who had a normal family that was. At that thought I snuck a glance at Harry who was resting his eyes as he ran his thumb over my hand in circular motions.
Finally the beautiful scenery begin to melt into neighborhoods and such. The closer we got to our destination my heart beat pounded harder, I was scared. Scared as hell.
I almost didn't want to see his house, to know as a little boy he suffered so many terrors. At the thought of that I tightened my grip slightly on his hand, and he leaned to the side to kiss my temple.
"It'll be fine." He whispers, kissing my ear as the cab driver began to slow down. "Two houses away, get ready to get out." He says, chuckling to himself as I felt a burn of antisipation tear through me.
This was it, I was stepping into Harry's past, I was about to get a glimpse into what my tempermentle teacher had in his biography.
"Here it is." Harry said, the car pulling up the one of the wornest looking houses on the block.
It was big alright, two stories at most, it's brown paint peeling and chipping as weeds choked the rails of the porch. The place looked almost exactly as I had imagined it, only had a luring appeal at first glance. It was a very Victorian home that looked as if it need serious managment in the front yard.
"C'mon, lets get settled." Harry said, and my stomach knotted up tighter. Spend the night here? No offense to Harry, but this place was a little scary if you looked at it a certain way.
"Okay." I sigh, opening my door and scrambling out, shutting it with a thud as I licked my dry lips and shoved my hands in my pockets, soaking in the scenery. "This is crazy." I mutter, as Harry pops open the trunk, and then the front door creaks open, followed by a squeal.
''Harry!" A girls voice shouted, and a young woman, no more then twenty-three, appeared in the doorway, her eyes big and brown like a doe's and hair the color of musty straw but it hung past her shoulder in beautiful thick layers.
''Hey Gemma!" Harry called back, but his voice didn't even contain a quater of the ethusiam her's did, but he was smiling as she rushed over and gave him a hug.
"I've been waiting for hours." She groaned, pulling away only after a moment as he shrugged, towering over her. "Sorry, we got held up a few times." He chuckles, then both their eyes in union fall over to me as I stand near the closed door of the taxi cab nervously.
His sister. His older sister. What do I do? What do I say.
"Harry, he's hot!" She exclaims, walking over, and hugging me. At first I gave a little start but then gave her a hug in response as I laughed. "You aren't to bad looking yourself, I might have to treat you to dinner sometime." I tease with a wink, after she pulls out, and I wrap an arm around her.
Hey, flattery was a way to win over your boyfriend's sister.
"I will definately hold you to that." She says, pinching my bum with a giggle, "He has a nice bum to." She comments, and Harry swallows as he nods with a slight smile.
"Yeah, and it's mine." He states, making her stick out her tongue as I chuckled. "No it's mine." I say, and Harry huffs. "I'll let you enjoy that thought for a little while." He says, grabbing out the bags and waving off the cab rider as he begin to walk up the sidewalk, me and Gemma following behind him arm in arm.
I had to admit, I liked Gemma already, not only was she adorable, but she was funny.
"Harry must've given you a big bribe to date him." She says, her tone light and playful as I laughed. "Yeah, free dinner for a year." I said, the steps creaking under my weight as we walked up to the porch and inside.
I'd be lying if I said the inside of the house was much better then the outside.
All the furniture was worn out, the carpets scraggy looking, and the glass on the statue case, and tv smudged with dark finger prints.
"Nice place." I say, unsure of what else to. I mean I couldn't exactly tell them their home need an extreme make over, like prada. "You don't have to lie Louis, it looks like crap." Harry chuckles, reading through my smile as he begin to walk up the wooden stairs, still lugging the bags.
''No! Let me help with that." I say, pulling away from Gemma and running over to him to wedge my bag out of his hand. "Well if you insist." He said, both of us glancing back at Gemma. ''Hey Gem's we're gonna go get settled, be right back." He says, her nodding as she sighed and walked into the kitchen.
"I like her, she's nice." I say, and Harry rolls his eyes. ''Try living with her." He says, making me laugh for that wasn't the first time I had such a response about siblings.
We then walked up the stairs, the stairwell dusty and dark, a little eerie even as we then came out into a small hall with four bedrooms, a musty smell clinging to the air.
"Mine is this way." Harry says, pointing to the one at the end of the hall, and I nod as I speed up my step a little to walk in union with him. "Little warning, it's falling apart." He sighs, twisting the rusty door knob as he pushed the door open and flicked on the dying lights.
In the room there was nothing more then an old desk with torn up chair, both looking ready to be thrown away, and his bed was in the dead center of the room, the mattress an odd color, and sheets distraut.
"Falling apart is one good phrase for it." I say, putting down my duffle as I walked a circle around the room.
How many nights had Harry spent in here crying? Hiding? Doing homework? Sleeping? They were all curious questions.
I then as I passed the foot of the bed I noticed a dark blood stain on the headboard.
My breath hitched as my eyes locked with it for a long moment, and the thud of Harry dropping the bags on the ground sounded as he sighed.
"I was fourteen, dad got mad at me one night for who know's what and slammed my head mighty hard on it. The stain never came out." He says, his tone clipped and tight as I fight the urdge to gag and look away. "Oh." Is all I manage to say, starting to believe much more had happened in this room.
Suddenly the room became twice as scary and I wanted to leave. "Harry can we-" I start, but he cuts me off. "Yes, we'll go to a hotel, I'm going to make reservations at the Hilton. I've decided I don't like it here either." He says, already reading my mind, and I could then see it on his face he didn't want to be there anymore then I did.
"Okay. Good." I said, looking down at me feet and he then came over and grabbed my waist. Pulling me up against him.
"I was thinking about it anyways, to many bad memories here." He then smiled softly as he lifted my chin up so I had to look at him. "But right now, I want to make a good one." He says, leaning down and brushing his lips over mine as I giggled.
"Harryyy..Gemma is downstairs." I whine, wrapping my arms around his waist as he kissed my cheek, grazing his teeth over my skin.
"We're not going to have sex love, I just want to kiss you in here to ease the burden." He says, before pulling me up against him as he moved his lips over mine and pressed them down softly.
For moment we just did that, held each other as we embraced softly, a flicker of passion rising up which made my heart flutter. "I-" Harry begins to mumble, but then the ear piercing sound of the front door being flung open and slammed ripped throught the house.
"Where the hell is that boy?!" A man's voice shouted, his tone deep, and terrifying.
Harry instantly tensed, pulling out of our kiss as his arms started to tremble. "Who is that?" I ask, even though deep down in my core I knew the answer, I just didn't want to believe it.
"My dad." Harry whispered hoarsly as the sound of a vase smashing sounded. "I said where the hell is that damn boy?!" He screamed, and I tensed fear begining to boil through my veins. Yes I wanted to step into Harry's past, but this isn't want I meant.
"Harry..?" I choked out, expecting a demon to tear throught the door any second, and Harry's bone crushing grip loosened.
"Stay here. Don't you dare move." He warns, pulling away and stepping out of the room as he shut the door, and a moment later I heard him shout. ''Right here daddy." He calls, and I instantly feel nausiated.
"Bought time you brought your sorry arse up here!" I heard him shout, and the sound of Harry crying out echoed around me. Instantly my first instinct was to go rush down and protect him, but he had told me to stay put.
"S-Sorry! I-" Harry's muffled voice starts, but it gets silenced as I heard another yelp of pain. "Answer me with out stammering you damn shit face!" He dad yelled, an octive below a scream.
Never in my life had I been so petrified and lionhearted. I was forcing myself to stay put, but my whole life because I had been a big brother to four little sisters, I was naturally protective, and my instincts were kicking in.
Downstairs it had fallen quiet, the silence looming a state of alarm into my brain as I shuffled over to the door, and pulled it open. Once it was open wide enough for me to slip out, I tipy toed over to the stairs as I then heard Harry take a ragged breath.
"I don't have to answer to you, you piece of shit! I'm twenty-two years old and can do what ever the hell I want!" Harry then shouted, and I heard a growl before sound of a cry of agony followed by the sound of shattering glass.
"Don't talk back to me you screw up!"
By then I was shaking so hard I could scarcely breath, but that didn't stop me from running down the stairs and into the living room where Harry was laying in a bed of the broken glass from the statue case and a man loomed over him, lifting his foot to kick him but I then spoke up.
"Stop it! Leave him alone!" I demanded, stepping all the way into the living and for the first time in my life I laid eyes on the scariest man I had ever saw.
When he had heard the sound of my voice his masculine body tensed and he turned slowly towards me, is eyes capturing me like a deer in two bright headlights.
Like Harry he had two piercing green eyes that looked like they should be on the face of a snake. His hair was messy, to messy to tell if it was curly or not, and it was greasy. Stumble rested on his chin and upper lip, as his eyes swam with black, his appearence so deadly looking it made me shudder.
For a long moment we remained like that, me and him staring harshly at each other, even though I was scared. Finally he let his eyes graze over my small body, licking his lips as he did so, and then he released a sharp breath as he turned back to Harry.
''Never speak back to me again, I am your father and that is disrespectful." He says, his tone flat, but threatening as Harry whimpered.
"Sorry." Harry breathed, his shirt torn and a few splotches of blood showing through his shirt, blood that made me sick. I swear if that man hit him one more time, I was going to end up in jail.
But instead of striking my precious love again, he simply shot me a nasty look then stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him, as Gemma emerged from the kitchen, her features pale.
''Louis, I told you to stay put." Harry whined, and instantly, pushing the shattered glass away, I dropped down on my knee's next to him. "Oh my gosh, your bleeding." I say, ignoring his comment as I checked his few cuts to make sure there was no glass wedged inbetween his flesh, my mother hen instinct taking over as I gently pulled his trembling body into my arms, and held him as tight as I could with out adding pressure onto the cuts.
"Shh..it's okay.." I coax, resting my cheek on the top of his head as he wrapped his arms around me tightly, hugging me. "Sorry. I d-didn't know!" He chokes out, and I shake my head. Not mad in the slightest.
"Baby it's okay, your okay now." I promise, the image of his father putting an icy glaze over my heart.
Then a wandering thought slipped into my mind, why hadn't Gemma defended Harry? Protected him? The instant I stuck up for him, the man backed down.
"Why didn't you help him?" I then asked, snapping my gaze to Gemma, and she shrugs. ''I was scared." She says, biting her lip. For a moment I studied her face, I could see her shaking slightly, and her face paled meaning it was probably just that fact alone.
Sighing I kissed Harry's head as he whined like a wounded puppy.
"Gemma can you get me something to clean up the blood with?" I ask, looking over at her again, and she nodded as she disappeared into the kitchen. "Can you walk the couch love?" I ask softly, and Harry giggles.
"No, but superman can carry me." He says, looking up at me.
At first I was surprised to see how fast he bounced back, but remembered my mom telling me that sometimes people brushed off serious things, acted like it was nothing, or tried to make everyone else forget with a smile.
Exhaling I ran my fingers through his hair, and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Of course Harry. Anything for you." I say, slipping my arms under his lanky legs, under the back of his neck as I grunted and tried to pick him up. "C'mon Superman, don't let me be your kriptonite!" Harry squealed, and I couldn't help but laugh even though the after shock of what had just happened was making me a bit squeamish in the tummy, he was being really cute right now.
"I wish you told me that when we first met." I teased, wanting to carry him, but I knew it would be impossible but I was gonna try anyways.
Attempting again, I managed to get up on my feet this time, carrying him just barely as I stumbled over to the couch, and then dropped him after two steps.
"SuperLouuuuuu!" Harry whined, pinching my stomach as he walked the last two steps over and laid down on the couch, on his stomach. "I need to work out." I mumble, and Harry nods.
"You should! So then you can carryyyyy meeeee.." He giggles, and I shake my head with a slight smile as I carefully lift up his torn shirt, revealing two nasty looking cut marks from the glass.
"Baby." I sigh, just as Gemma walked out with a towel. "Here, we don't have a first aid kit, so just clean him up with this. " She says, holding out a dampy black towel for me to take, and I nod as I kiss Harry's lower back, and then begin to gently pat clean the cuts as he dug his nails into the couch, hissing.
"Sorry." I appoligize, feeling horrid for hurting him, but I needed to clean up the blood.
For the next moment or so we all were present there, me cleaning old and new blood on Harry's back as Gemma watched biting her lip, a strange expression on her face. Occasionally I'd lean down and whisper a joke, or a sweet nothing in his ear, making him squirm and giggle as I smiled proudly. I loved getting a reaction out of Harry, whether it be a cute one, or a drama queen one.
Finally I had finished cleaning up his back and pulled back down his shirt as Gemma retrieved his blazer.
"All done." I say, Harry nodding as he sat up, wincing slightly but had a soft smile on his face. "Thank you baby." He says, kissing my head, before standing up and taking his blzer from Gemma, pulling it on over his torn white shirt.
"I'm going to go upstairs, and get the bags. I'll call a cab to." He says, before brushing past Gemma and walking upstairs.
Then once he vanished from sight she huffed and walked back into the kitchen. For a moment I sat there, before sighing and getting up, following her into the kitchen.
"So you didn't help him because you were scared?" I asked, the kitchen a little nicer then the rest of the house. "Yes." She blantly says, opening the poorly stocked fridge, and begin to shift around for whatever she needed. Sighing once more as I leaned against the counter, I decided to drop it.
"Those cuts looked awful, I hope they heal." I say, and Gemma nods. "I've seen worse on him, they always heal." She said, pulling out a juice box, and stabbing the straw in through the top, she leaned against the counter opposite of me.
"His dad has done worse?" I ask, even though I knew deep down he definately had. And even if I didn't know, I wouldn't be very surpised.
"Well yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about." She says, taking another long sip as her doe eyes studied me, as I shook my head in confusion. "I don't understand." I say, confused on what she meant.
"He self-harms. Alot." She said, shrugging, and my heart dropped into my stomach as I became deadly quiet.
"I've never seen any cuts, or scars." I practically whisper, clenching and unclenching my hands tightly.
Why would Harry just causually forget to tell me about this? This was serious. Had he done it recently? How come I never saw any proof of it.
"That's because he goes to extreme lengths to cover them. Uses a hell lot of concealer." She informed, and I shook my head, even though her words made sense because concealer gave the impression you had a tan, like I had noticed on him earlier.
"No. Your lying, I've seen him wet before, nothing came off." I protest, refusing to believe it. "Water proof." She reminds, and then puts down her juice box before walking over to the fridge and pulling down a purse.
"He never told me." I say, emotion tight in my voice. "That's because he doesn't want to be fussed over." She says, pulling out a brown package.
"Here." She says, pulling out two wipes. "These are make up wipes, just choose a random spot, and wipe. You'll get a nice surprise." She said, stretching out her hand, and I weakly reached foreward, grabbing the wipes, and pocketing them.
"I really hope your wrong." I mumble. I honestly didn't know if I should believe her or not, there was something about her tone, but I could be taking it the wrong way.
Perhaps she thought I already knew, and that's why she mentioned it? Or maybe she wanted to make sure I knew to help her little brother.
"Louis! The cab is here!" Harry calls, poking his head in the kitchen as we both look at him in perfect union, her face relaxed, but mine pale and tensed.
"Okay, bye Gemma. See you later." I say quietly, waving to her as Harry waved as well, and we both walked out to the cab side by side.
"I got this awesome hotel room." He informs, opening the cab door for me after we walked down the porch steps, Gemma closing the door behind us. "Cool." I say, my mood deteriating.
Today had been so shocking between finding out Harry self-harmed, and meeting his dad unexpectedly. Giving me an ood look at my lack of excitement, he slid into the cab after me.
For a couple of minutes then I remained silent, my heart twisting with emotion as Harry gave instructions to the cab driver.
Then once he had finished, he sat back and grabbed my hand. "I forgot to say, that bruise on your rib cage is healing nicely." He compliments, and I shrug.
"Your the one who got hurt." I say, and he sighs. "I'm sorry Louis, I didn't know my dad was going to show up like that. You didn't deserve to see all that, let alone him." He chokes out, looking down at my fingers as I nodded.
"It's fine, I just hope those don't get affected." I say, this time letting my eyes flutter shut, as we drove to the hotel.
I remained silent the rest of the trip then, slowing allowing today's events to sink in. I was also afriad that if I spoke, I'd accidently confess I knew about him self-harming, and right now I felt like that just wasn't the best thing to bring up.
Harry though on the ride there must've taken my silence as a conception of me being upset because he kept rubbing my arms, stomach, and thigh while humming softly. I had never felt more relief then when we pulled up at the hotel, and the bell hops came out as Harry and me climbed out.
"Mr. Styles I presume?" The one bell hop said, young and with spikey hair. "Yes, please see to it that my baggage gets brought up to my room." Harry says, slipping him a tip as he grabbed my hand, and pulled me inside.
Silence consumed us still though, through the lobby, the elevator ride, and until the very moment we were both safely inside the hotel room, Harry bolting the door behind us after slipping the bell hop another tip for he brought up all of our luggage behind us.
"So what's wrong? You look really upset. Is there anything you wanna talk about? It's okay to talk about what happened! And I'm fine." He rambles quickly, and I shrug.
"Jet lag." I say quickly, turning and walking into the kitchen area so get some water out of the faucet. Harry had gotten us a suite, one of the largest in the hotel! It resembled a small luxiorious apartment.
"Louis." He warns, walking after me and stopped a couple of feet behind me as I drank my water to clear my tightened throat. "I'm fine." I protest.
"Louis you don't have to lie. It's alright if your upset about what happened." He fusses, and I feel my resistence crack. Better now then never.
"The same way you lied to me?" I ask, a frown instantly appearing on his face.
"What are you talking about?" He asks, confusion in his features as I throw my cup in the sink. "Oh you know that secret third arm you have." I say sarcastically, starting to get a little worked up as I tried to think of the right way to comfront him.
He remained quiet for a moment and huffed.
"Just tell me, and leave the sarcasm out of it." He says softly, obviously a little alarmed that I had accused him of being a liar.
"I know that you self-harm Harry." I then admit, my tone gentle, but had a firm edge.
He then became very still, his eyes instantly dulling to the familiar shade of grey that came to par every now, and then.
His expression dropped, and he paled as he took his bottom lip inbetween his teeth harshly.
"Gemma told you didn't she?" He asks, a bit of bitterness behind his tone, as I nod. "Yeah, but now I demand to know why you didn't tell me." I say,and he sighs.
"Don't worry about it Louis." He said looking down, but I refused to take that as an answer. "Why didn't you tell me?" I demand again, my voice still soft. "Because." He mutters, and I inhaled sharply as my voice raises slightly.
"Why didn't you tell me? You just causually left it out of every conversation?" I accuse, and his gaze snaps up to mine with a slight glare as his eyes become more lifeless.
"Because you don't know how hard it is to tell someone your secretly dying inside. That your so damn depressed. Wishing you could end it all! But I stay because I have you, because I love you! You just don't understand."
He says in an emotionless, bitter tone as he storms out of the kitchen area leaving me in acape shock.
Harry was depressed. Harry was a self-harmer. Harry was suidcidal. My boyfriend latched onto me as his only reason to live.
Taking a long shakey breath, I instantly rushed after him, catching him right before he walked into the bathroom.
"Harry..it's okay..I understand.." I assure, lost for words as I reach for him but he pulls back, breathing deeply before letting out an ear piercing scream and punching the wall, which caused me to jump.
Then he rushed back over to me, wrapped his arms around me tightly as he buried his face in my shoulder sobbing now, and I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly, engulfed by his larger body.
"I hate everything! Your the only good thing in my life! You pull me out of my depression! Everyone else makes me want to put a bullet through my head!" He yells in my shoulder, his body starting to shake as I tighened my grip.
Words could not describe how shocked I was. How I tried desparately to let the words sink in, but my body was rejecting the reality because it was to much, to know someone you loved was suffering immensly. He needed me more then I ever knew.
"I love you Harry." Is the only bitter sweet thing I can manage to say as he pulls back slightly, looking down at me sniffling, tears running down his face,
"I only stay because of you."
He then wraps his arms around my lower half and picks me up by my thighs, which leads me to wrapped my legs around his waist as I wrapped my arms around his neck, nuzzling my face into his neck.
"I love you and I'll never leave you. I'm very hard to get rid of.'' He whispers, and I take a shakey breath.
"I'll walk with you every step of the way." I promise, and he sighs, kissing my temple.
"I'm also two months clean because of you. I stopped for you."

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@Larreh Stylersun
nvm. i think she's done writting it

XavierDye XavierDye
11/21/14

@XavierDye
I can't find it:(( could you help me please ive been waiting for an update sooo long

@XavierDye
Can you tell me her 2nd profile name in Wattpad please??

Larreh Stylersun Larreh Stylersun
10/27/14

If you want to read another chapter go on wattpad and look it up, she updated. It's just her second account

XavierDye XavierDye
10/25/14

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Larrys_berry Larrys_berry
8/13/14