Title: OCD
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Rated: PG-13
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Notes: I'm American. I know schools in England are not the same as in America, but in this they are. I'll try to make it as "British" as possible, but it won't be perfect.
***2023 update: i wrote this thinking i did not have ocd. ten years later, turns out i do in fact have ocd. funny how life works.***
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Warnings: Self harm, OCD and language. May be triggering to some (like seriously pls dont read if youre triggered by self harm) and btw, theres no smut
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Cover by: @Nialler1220 :)
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[Harry's POV]
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Nothing could be out of place. The voices didn't like that. Always obey the voices, always.
Every pencil, every book, everything had to be symmetrical. It had to be organized. I had to turn off and on the lights more than normal before I could allow myself to leave a room.
That was my life. The life I'll always have.
I'm not crazy, I'm just neat.
I'm symmetrical.
I'm in order.
That's just me.
I couldn't be in a room filled with noisy people, hustling about, touching each other. Even if it's a simple tap on the shoulder or a light shove, it's still a touch.
Nasty unclean hands touching me
I couldn't be anywhere like that.
I couldn't make a sandwich without cutting the edges in a straight symmetrical line, or spreading the jam evenly on each half.
Even the scars on my arms were lined perfectly, not an inch out of place. I couldn't mess those up, or I'd have to cut off my arm. Those scars last forever, unlike a sandwich.
But I'm not crazy
I'm just me.
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My alarm went off, signaling me to wake up.
Beep,
Beep,
Beep.
Turn it off.
Get up. Clothes, teeth, wash your hands.
Wash them again,
And again,
Last time.
Time for breakfast. Put in toast. Pour orange juice.
Sip,
Sip,
Sip
Pop, toast is up. Spread the jam. Cut the toast.
Bite,
Bite,
Bite
Grab backpack. Ready.
Drive,
Drive,
Drive.
There, school, High school to be specific. Wait for the crowds of sweating unclean teenagers to pass.
Enter,
Enter again,
Enter one last time.
Walk to first period, Geometry. Keep head low.
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OCD ➳ Larry Stylinson
Fanfiction16-year-old Harry has OCD, causing him to have repeated thoughts, feelings, ideas, sensations, obsessions, and behaviors. He thinks he's a freak. There's a new boy at school who disagrees. This boy could be the one to break down Harry's walls, and h...
