XVIII.

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niall hadn't beento school fora week now andeveryone's mindwas cloudedwith fear,worries surroundedin every singlecorner

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niall hadn't been
to school for
a week now and
everyone's mind
was clouded
with fear,
worries surrounded
in every single
corner.

harry sat in the
cafeteria,
alone yet
didn't feel lonely
as he saw a
familiar figure
appear and
stood up,
rushing towards it.

the blond boy stood there,
his hair ruffled,
his smile unseen,
his face filled with
open wounds and his
skin covered with dirt.
harry stroked his cheek,
pulling him into a hug
so tightly,
as if he'd never let go.

"don't let me go."
niall mumbled
under his breath,
shoving his face into
the taller lad's chest,
"i'm tired of feeling
alone and empty
and a burden."
he continued.

although niall had
bruises all over his body,
yet harry
was the one bruised,
he felt miserable,
he couldn't see niall
like this,
it provided him pain
in every inch
of his body.

"get lost, loosers!"
a voice screamed,
though none of them
bothered to look
over and find the source,
they already knew
who they were,
popular kids with
cruel hearts.

a fist collapsed with
harry's face,
as he lost his grip
with niall and
fell on the ground
below,
his nose extensively
bleeding,
blood oozing out
as if it would never stop.

niall lended a hand,
and ran a hand through
harry's back,
comforting him,
as leaned in to kiss.
cuts and injuries,
that was the vital essence.

he pulled away,
looking straight into
his eye,
"i love you harry,
i really do,
but it's time for
me to go."
as he ran away
leaving the other boy
puzzled.

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