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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10. Chapter Nine

Harry got up without a struggle the next morning.  Louis found him in the kitchen making pancakes.  The younger boy hadn’t cooked in a long time, or eaten for that matter, and his eyes had that faraway look in them.

He lifted the pancakes with a spatula and placed them on a place, his movements almost robotic.  There was only one plate and he seemed to have failed to recognise the fact that there was more than one person inhabiting the flat.

Louis cleared his throat as he watched the boy take his plate over to the kitchen table and sit down on a barstool.  His body tensed as he frowned down at the food on his plate unsure of how to eat it.  The older boy sighed, opting for a simple bowl of cereal.

A while later, Harry had figured out how to put syrup on the pancakes and he was now struggling with a knife and fork.  Louis reached out to help him, but the boy just shifted away from him.


Niall wiped his clammy hands on his thighs, sat bolt upright in one of the five cushioned chairs in front of a big oak desk.  There were neat stacks of paper and books on the desk and at the front was a gold nameplate imprinted with the words H. Spencer.  He kept his gaze on the nameplate as light reflected off it, making it glint.  He forced himself to avoid a glance at the boy sat four seats to his left.

A woman in a black skirt suit and dark brown hair tightly pinned into a bun, stalked into the room, heels clinking on the smooth linoleum floor.

Five heads turned and five pairs of eyes followed her as she made her way across the small office, coming to a halt at her desk.  Instead of sitting behind it, she plonked herself down on top so that she was sat directly in front of them, crossing her right leg over her left.  She rotated slightly so that she could reach behind her and pick up some sheets of paper and a black notebook.  She turned back around and propped them on her knee, flicking through the notebook which she’d placed on top of the papers.  She squinted as she turned the pages, till she found the page she was looking for.  “Ah, yes.”  She raised her right finger as if to stop someone in mid sentence, though no one was talking at that particular moment. 

The boys just scrutinised her actions with curiosity.

As if just seeming to realise that there were five other people present in the room, she glanced up, her gaze falling on each other them in turn.  “Nice to have you back, Harry.” She mentioned, her eyes briefly fixing on his.

He nodded silently.

“All of you had a nice break?”  It was more of a statement than a question, but they all responded with nods anyways, apart from a certain Irish boy who just stared straight ahead.

“In the upcoming months, you will have your work cut out boys.  Be prepared to work extra hard and I expect to hear no complaints from any of you.  In the next few days, you will be going over to Spain for a photo shoot and a few radio interviews.  A tour has been booked for Australia in a few months and before then there will be trips to Norway, Austria and Germany.  All of these have been pushed back due to Harry’s psychological issues.” Her brow knitted at this point.  “But, I assume that he has recovered.” She glanced at him fleetingly and a small mocking smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Louis face flushed a bit.  He’d told management the whole ‘psychological issues’ thing because he couldn’t exactly tell them the truth of the situation.

Liam, sandwiched between Zayn and Niall, raised a hand to interject.  “Why such short notice?”

The woman blinked at him before continuing.  “You have two days to pack and we have a flight booked for Thursday.”

The Irish boy fiddled with his hands and shuffled in his seat.

Zayn frowned at him and caught his eye, mouthing an ‘are you okay?’  The other boy just shrugged and struggled to tilt his lips up into a pleasant smile.  The dark haired boy glanced at Harry then back at Niall, slumping slightly in his seat.

The woman handed a sheet to each of the boys; a timetable for their travel to Spain.


After the brief meeting, Zayn cornered Niall a few paces down the corridor.  He told the others they’d catch up in a few minutes, feeling Harry’s sharp gaze digging into his back.

Niall leant with his back against the wall, hands in his pockets, trying to act nonchalant.

Zayn saw right through the act and placed a hand on his shoulder.  “Look, about the Harry thing-”

If it had been anyone else talking about this to him at that moment then he would have walked away.  But he knew the older boy was just concerned.  The others had felt the need to scream down his neck about how much of a dick he was.  Louis especially as he seemed to feel the need to remind him that this was all his fault.  His mind flashed back to an occurrence a few weeks ago.  Louis screaming down his neck about how selfish and heartless he was being and Liam trying to use metaphors instead of just speaking his mind and saying things as they were.

  But, surely Harry knew he was sorry and he hoped they could someday put all of this crap behind them.  The thing is though, it wasn’t about that.  Well it was partly but, there was something else that was bothering him.

Realising that he was meant to be replying the apprehensive boy in front of him, he stood straighter and removed his hands from his pockets.  “No.  It’s not about him.  It’s about something else, or rather someone else.”

Zayn cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.

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