Sticks and Stones

A Narry Fanfiction.

Sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me.

After what Harry assumes to be a bad perfomance, he realises that words can hurt. He makes a promise to never hurt someone else with his own words but he breaks this promise and instantly regrets it. He hurts the one he loves and prays that he'll be forgiven but is all hope lost?

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1. Prologue


Harry ran the long slender fingers of his left hand through his thick chocolate brown curls; wondering why these things always happened to him, why he always blew it, why he kept messing things up.

His hand paused, entangled in the mass of curls and clenched into a fist.  He wanted to pull all of his hair out.  He wanted to cause himself as much pain as was physically possible, though any physical pain he inflicted on himself wouldn’t be as severe as the emotional, mental pain he’d inflicted on someone else.

It was his fault; his stupid, spiteful words.

His mind flashed back to his performance with the boys on Red or Black.  It had been their first live performance after the X Factor and of their new single What Makes You Beautiful.  The nerves had overwhelmed him and he’d panicked.  As his solo approached, his thoughts went wild and his fear drowned him to the point where as he sang his voice shook and his body trembled.  Afterwards, he was so disappointed with the performance.  He knew that he’d let everyone down and he beat himself up about it.

The boys tried to comfort him and as he scrolled through Twitter, the fans were being so nice about it, saying that he’d tried his best and he did really well, but he knew that they’d only say that ‘cause they were fans. 

Just to confirm how bad he had performed, he searched Harry’s shit and the results were startling.  He wondered how people could hate him, why he wasn’t one of those people who didn’t care what people said about them.  That was when he finally realised how much words could hurt and tear you apart. 

He’d thought that then he’d learnt to think before he spoke and to take extra care not to say things that would hurt his peers but a few months later, all of that went out the window after another of Louis’ stupid wake up pranks.

It generally hadn’t been a good morning for him anyway, because they’d gone partying the night before to celebrate their new single One Thing hitting number one in the uk charts and he’d gone a bit over the top with the booze.  He was still unsure of what he actually did that night ‘cause his memory was clouded.  He was quite surprised that he’d been the one to get hammered instead of Louis.  Maybe he’d dumbed it down because he had to drive them home afterwards; the responsible man he was.  Or maybe it was just ‘cause he was the only one fit to drive, but you know…

The next morning, Louis decided to wake him up with another stupid prank, his head was pounding and he felt like absolute shit, so he was cranky for the rest of the day.

But he knew this didn’t excuse his behaviour and how horrible he had been.

He released his hand from his hair, clenched it back into a fist and struck the wall, over and over again.

Tears streamed down his face.  The pain that flooded through his body was nothing in comparison to the pain he’d inflicted on the one he loved, the one he adored.

“Harry stop, you’re bleeding!” Liam entered the living room and came up behind him.

Harry’s hand dropped to his side, his legs giving out underneath him. 

Liam caught him as he fell, helping him over to the nearest sofa in the living room.

His body trembled as tears continued to flow down his cheeks in two perfect streams.  His eyes were blood shot, his skin a pallid colour.

Liam sat beside him and held him close, rubbing circles into his back.

“I’m such a loser.” Harry sobbed.

Liam shook his head as it rested on top of the other boy’s curly head.  “No you’re not Harry.”

“I-I am.” He stuttered. “I always mess things up-”

Liam shushed him.  “Just relax, okay?”

They sat in silence, Liam soothing his pain and comforting him.  It was a comfortable silence and Harry sank into Liam, his eyes fluttering closed.

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