Wringer. LS

Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8

Hi guys, this chapter is kinda, sorta, maybe filler. sorry. and short. sorry.

If you didn't ship Larry what other bromance would you ship as a romance?

I would ship Narry. All the way. Narry's so cute. Or Niam, Niam's cute too.

unedited because i didn't have the time.

(TRIGGERS: MENTIONS OF SELFHARM, ABUSE, I WILL WARN BEFORE ABUSE STARTS)

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Harrys' POV

I've avoided him for the last week. There were a few slip-ups, but I've done a pretty okay job.

I haven't gone to lunch. I've skipped every single day. I'd hid in the toilets. It'd get boring after a while.

During lunch was the only time I went in the bathroom. I didn't want to risk running into him.

I would run from class to class. I know we're in different years, but I didn't risk it either.

I made sure I came to school a bit late each day. He could find me in the morning in the courtyard.

I've never ran so fast to get home to Robin in my life, but I did that too. I didn't want to see him.

On Wednesday, Louis went into the toilets looking for me.

"Haz?" I cringed at the nickname he gave me. I would've yelled not to call me that but then he'd find me. "Mate?" His voice echoed between the tile walls. My knees were pulled up to my chest so he wouldn't see my feet.

Yesterday he almost caught me when school was over. He chased after me.

"Harry!" He yelled while chasing me. I ran a little faster hoping to lose him. I never looked back, but I lost him somewhere on the way. Thank God.

My hatred for him has lessened, but I'm still pretty mad at him. He took something that was very important.

I haven't been there since. Not to the tree house. Not to the house. Not anywhere near it.

Since I haven't been there, I've been a week and 3 days clean. Not exactly my choice, but I have been.

"Harry!" Robin yells storming in "my room". I stand right up off of my bed on the ground.

"Y-yes?" I choke.

"Why haven't you been home lately?"

"W-what do you mean? I've been nowhere b-but school and home e-everyday for the last w-w-week." I stumble.

"Hmm.." He thinks for a second. "Have you been stealing money from me Harry?" He takes a step closer towards me.

"N-no."

"Then explain the new clothes, rather from your usual disgusting white, or use to be white, tee shirt and jeans." He grabs the shirt I'm wearing into a fist.

I still haven't gotten my clothes back from him, and I still haven't returned his clothes either.

"S-someone ga-gave it to m-me."

"Like who would give you clothes?!" He spits.

"W-we-well, y-you see, I-I kn-know some-someone wh-who-"

"You are lying aren't you?"

"N-no! I swear I'm-I'm not!"

"Yeah right, how stupid do you think I am?" He yells.