The Moon's True Light

Harry's POV
I was on my cab ride back to the hotel from Ella's house.
Sadness is an understatement to what I feel.
Shockingly I haven't cried a tear yet.
Do you know how it feels to be called a man-whore when your sixteen years old, just a kid.
Now I'm eighteen and that horrid title still won't go away.
My thoughts flashed away from me once the cab stopped. I paid the man and limped out of the cab and to the room.
Once I entered, I was bombarded with questions by Louis and Zayn.
"Did you have sex with her?"
"Is her house nice?"
"Did you have fun?"
"Can you let the cripple lay down and take a nap?" I asked them.
They just kind of stood there blankly. So I just took that as an opportunity to limp as fast as I can past them and into my room.
Once I was in the room and the door was locked, I lied in bed and cried.
Because sometimes everyone needs to cry.
Especially when you feel like the entire world is against you.

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