Take Me There (AU): Chapter Five.

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Harry was tired of pretending. His life was a completely lie. His dreams had been crushed since the day he was born. All his life had been marked by loneliness and departure. He always felt out of place, different. Something inside him wasn’t working right; and it was since that day, he realized he was broken. Harry was in need of a heal. But he was afraid to one thing in particular: He was afraid to speak. He had always been reserved; he kept his feelings just for himself. Harry needed a fix.

Title: Take Me There.
Pairing: Harry/Louis
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: AU. Angst. Self-harming, depression and departure.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Louis, Harry or the rest of the boys -even if I want to-. I don’t get anything in return, I just love to write.

Well, it's a little bit sad/angsty, but  we'll finally see Louis! :D



Chapter 5:

Liam was…nice.

In all the time in which Harry was in his house, he tried to make him feel comfortable. He gave him his nice and warm smile and always talked to him like he really was interested in to make real conversation with him.

The only misfortune was when they headed to Liam’s bedroom.

Harry felt weird, and without noticing, he wanted to cry.

“Umm, Harry.” Liam said and Harry stopped his thoughts. Liam was nice, he was such an amazing person and his family raised him well. “Let’s start now, shall we?” Liam smiled and threw himself over the bed. He motioned Harry to do the same, but he sat on the border of the bed. He was really nervous.

And then, they started their work.

They needed to identify the reasons, causes and consequences of the schizophrenia.

“Which are the symptoms?” “How much time does the person have until he shows the symptoms?” “Does it have a cure?” “What’s the treatment?” “Is hereditary?”

And much more.

_*_

In the next day, Harry found himself walking in the aisles of the cafeteria. It was a rainy Wednesday and really cold.

All the people were chattering and like usual, making too much noise. It was frustrating and annoying, always the same thing. It only made him have headaches. He sighed tiredly and kept walking just looking at the floor. Not that he was ashamed, no one noticed him, ever, it just that it was a habit. Every time he walked, he looked at the floor just so he could be careful of not stumble or fall on the ground. It was because of his clumsiness.

“Harry!” The curly boy lifted his gaze and saw the same light-brown haired boy waving at him. Ugh, what did he want now? Not that he was annoying, no way. He was really nice to him, and he almost made him forget all his problems.

But, just for a while.

Just until it was time to sleep and he woke up in the middle of the night sweating, crying and hardly breathing, with his heart pounding wildly inside his chest, and sometimes sobbing his throat out.

“Harry! Come sit with us!” The boy, Liam, waved at him with the same smile as always. Harry frowned. “Come here!” This time Liam sounded anxious and excited. Wow. Harry never thought that someone could be happy of him being around them.

He started to walk towards the table, but he stopped in the moment he saw that Liam was not alone. There were two people in there. One boy with black hair and tanned skin, with a striking haircut. The other one was quite the opposite; he was blond and his skin was pale white, but not as white as Harry’s, Harry’s skin was paler, and when their eyes met, Harry noticed he had blue eyes. One’s he thought were the most beautiful blue he’d ever seen.

Liam patted the seat next to him, and Harry sat in there. He felt a little uncomfortable at the situation but then Liam broke the silence:

“Guys, this is Harry Styles. My Psychology’s partner.” Harry tried to smile and it was the biggest smile Harry had ever made. But it was too small at the eyes of everyone. “And Harry, those are my best friends. Zayn Malik,” He pointed at the guy with the hazel eyes. “And Niall Horan.” Both boys waved at him and gave him smiles.

“Hey, mate.” The blond’s accent was different. He was Irish, that’s for sure.

He hit his fist with Harry’s.

“Hi.” Was Harry’s shy response.

“Sorry for that. He’s a little shy, don’t you Harry?” Liam turned to him and Harry almost blushed. He wasn’t used to all of that attention.

So he nodded.

“Don’t worry, Harry. If Liam likes you, be sure we will like you too.” Zayn smiled at him and Harry felt sure. They were nice.

Really nice.

_*_

Harry lost the count of time while he was in there. They were really good people and he felt comfortable even if he didn’t talk too much.

Niall was always laughing and Harry couldn’t help but smile too.

He spent the day with those guys. And in those hours, Harry realized that he had too much in common with them. First of all, they all liked football and supported Manchester United, except Harry (who supported Liverpool), but he used to like Cristiano Ronaldo when he was in there, so he didn’t hate them. And also, they loved the same music, and the same food.

Oh, he also learnt that Niall liked Justin Bieber. Well, he didn’t liked him, he was obsessed with him.

Weird.

After lunch ended, Harry noticed that he shared almost all of his classes with at least one of the boys.

Psychology with Liam.

Chemistry with Niall.

Biology with Zayn.

English with Zayn, too.

Literature with Niall, too.

Oh, and he shared Math with Liam.

Great.

Now he wouldn’t have to spend Math’s class alone. At least he had Liam with him.

At least he would have something or someone with he could talk to, and divert his thoughts from…that.

Thank god.

_*_

The next day, it was almost the same routine.

Harry spent all of his time with those boys. They made him feel, good. Okay, maybe he said that many times, but they were nice guys to hang around with.

He could be himself without the fear of rejection, or that some of them would actually hurt him. None of them would do that.

And Harry, for the first time, he trusted someone besides himself.

_*_

“ZAYN!” The blond shouted at the black haired boy launching him the ball and Zayn kept laughing out loud. Niall rubbed the affected part and pouted leaving a little cry.

“I told you so! Think quickly.” He laughed again and Harry smiled. His laugh was contagious.

They kept fighting and launching the ball between each other and trying to hurt the other.

“Guys, stop it!” Liam yelled at the kids and Harry started to laugh. “You’re such babies!” They didn’t stop and Harry kept laughing and this time he threw his head backwards and started crying.

Liam’s frown was funny.

They stopped when they realized that Niall launched the ball outside of the window.

“Do you guys know that we are going to have a new classmate?” Zayn tried to change the subject accommodating on the carpet, sitting cross leg.

“Huh?” They all frowned and Niall was the one who gave the little whimper.

“Yeah…A new student is coming to Liverpool. And he’s going to study with us.” Zayn smiled and the other three boys put a gesture of surprise.

“Oh, well. I hope he’s a cool fella.” Liam said nonchalantly and everyone started to laugh with that.

Yeah, they hoped he was a cool guy.

But what they didn’t know was that this guy would definitely go to change their lives.

_*_

Loud noises sounded from downstairs.

One body was shaking under the sheets of his bed. He was scared. The shouts were getting louder with time, and panic was taking over him.

He heard the sounds of stuff and things crashing and impacting in all the places around the house.

The voices were guttural, inhuman.

He put the sheets above his head, covering his whole body, as if that would protect him. He was wrong.

And then he heard the sound of his door being opened and a body crumbled over. The little boy’s body started to shake.

Then, the sheets were removed roughly from his body, leaving him exposed to the cruel reality of the world he lived on.

“Well, well, what do we have here, huh? Aren’t you a precious little toy?”

The man pulled him by his ankles and the boy shook in fear. Everything felt so real.

What did that mean? What was he talking about?

He started to cry when the man started to touch him in places were no one was supposed to be touching…that’s what mom always told him.

The monster removed his pajamas and undid his own trousers and positioned behind of him. The boy was sobbing, and he cried louder at the much pain that suddenly whipped his small and fragile body.

It hurt and badly.

He saw another figure standing at the door and he recognized him.

“Dad! Daddy please! He’s hurting me! Help me daddy, please!”

The boy sobbed but the man never moved. He didn’t do anything.

And then he saw the mirror that was besides him. He wished he didn’t do it, because with that, he understood.

The boy had curly hair and green eyes.

He was the boy.

Harry was that little kid who was being hurt.

Harry woke up with a loud cry in the middle of the night.

He was trembling and could feel the wetness in his cheeks. Oh, it was a nightmare.

Harry started to sob more. It felt so real.

The pain, the angst, the desperation of being powerless.

The curly boy turned to his side and put his hands on his face. He kept sobbing.

He dropped his hands from his face and pulled at his hair in frustration. Then he rubbed his forearms in an attempt to gain some warmth.

Harry muttered words in an effort to comfort himself.

It was a nightmare. It never happened. He was seventeen, not five.

It never happened.

No.

_*_

The cold air impacted on his frail body. He trembled and tried to accommodate his sweater.

Harry was afraid.

It was the first time (since he met the boys), that he was alone in the hallways and he didn’t feel the sense of protection that the guys gave him.

Oh god, he missed Zayn.

Yeah, he was scary for the people who knew him; because they knew the black haired boy wasn’t someone you would want to mess with.

He had a hard temperament.

Harry kept looking at both sides and tried to get fast to the doors of the big white building but he wasn’t paying good attention. He couldn’t help but stamped with another body. The impact was that hard, that Harry fell on the ground without any care.

“Holy fuck! I’m sorry!” A voice with a particular accent caught his attention.

Harry shook his head trying to avoid the gaze of the other person.

“It’s ok.” Harry whispered still avoiding the other lad’s face.

“No! It’s not. Let me help you.” He offered and crouched at his side and took his notebooks in his hands. The boy stood up and offered him a hand helping him to stand up too.

That’s the first time he saw him.

The first time their eyes connected.

Harry’s hand skin crawled under his touch, feeling chills.

When he stood up, he saw that his eyes were sparking blue and so beautiful that made him feel weak on the knees.

“I’m sorry, again. I’m Louis, Louis Tomlinson.” He smiled politely and stirred his hand in front of Harry.

Harry shook his hand.

“I’m Harry Styles.” He whispered and Louis’ smile grew up.

And then he realized he was wrong.

Those were the most beautiful blue eyes he’d ever seen.