Silence

Silence...
It's all I ever hear.
Wanna know why? I'm deaf.
People tease me, but they don't know I'm deaf.
Neither do they know I'm gay, or that I used to smoke.
They know my name, not my story.
I'm Harry.
Harry Styles!

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3. MY alley

Harry's POV

 

I was sat in History, which was horrible as everyone around me hated my guts, and I was thinking about Louis. A little flicker of hope sparked up in my heart when I noticed he might be gay, after all he DID wink at me earlier, didn't he. I sighed and looked up at the clock.

 

18 minutes!

 

I looked back down and leaned my elbow on the table, dropping my head into my hands. I sat thinking about Louis for ages and just couldn't stop doing so. The way he doesn't whistle at 'hot' girls, and the way he flicks his hair. His eyes are hotter than the sun it's self and his body is just perfect. Call me a perv, but it won't stop me from staring at him, he's absolutely gorgeous. No, beyond gorgeous. Thing is, every good looking dude is straight, and it sucks as all the mean people that I would never date are gay, yet the nice, cute ones are all straight and would tease me for my sexuality. I guess you can say that my point is that being who you are will get you hates whatever you do about it, so you might as well be the real you and not the 'you' everyone wants to see. In fact, if I were one of the popular lads, I would like to see someone different from everyone else, someone who gives no fucks about other people's opinions. But I guess there aren't that many of those people any more.

 

I guess...

 

I looked back up at the clock and sighed, tapping my pencil against the wooden surface containing my books and equipment.

 

7 minutes!

 

I sneakily bought my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it, quickly selecting a game and playing for the rest of the lesson. When the bell finally rang, signalling first break, I leaped out of my seat and ran out of the door heading to my locker. I entered my combination and slammed it open, desperate to get out of here. I brought my water bottle and slipped quietly out of the school. I silently walked to the dark alley around the corner, and lent my back against the wall, sighing.

 

This was where I came every lunch and break, seeing as I had no where else to go. I don't get bullied...well, I do but not that badly, but I come here because it's my place, as far as I know. No one else come here, so I do. I just sit, drink my water or sometimes eat, and think. I was trying to think about funny moments in my life, but everything I thought of reminded me of Louis.

 

Haha, there was this one time where I saw a pretty girl walking down the roa...

That was when I wasn't gay.

That was when I didn't love Louis.

 

But there was this other time, I was drinking coffee and I accidentally tipped a little on this boy...

I bet he wasn't gay.

He's not as cute as Louis.

 

I stopped thinking about anything, instead I just sat there sipping at my cool water and watching little figures crossing roads and running around, hurrying off to wherever they were going. I peeked at my watch and gasped when I saw that it was almost end of break. I got up and rushed out of the alley, washed over by people with moving mouths as though they were speaking. It made me wish I could hear them, I wish I knew what I sound like. Was my voice deep and low or is it still high. Is it nice and smooth or rough and broken.

 

See, I became deaf when I was six months old. That was because the blood circulation in my head slowed down at birth, and less blood reached my ears, so I began being half deaf. But seeing as I couldn't talk yet, meaning I couldn't tell my parents, no one did anything, so it got worse and worse until I became completely deaf.  At that time I was a year and a month old. But my parents found out the hard way, by noticing I never answered them or anything.

 

Sucks, doesn't it?

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