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*Renee* thanks for reviewing! Here's the chappie you ordered! Want some fries with that? Sorry, just practicing. hehe
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Harry sat in the bed. He stared of into the distance wondering what on earth drove him to kiss a boy. Harry got up, dressed, and wondered the house.
It was a very elegant house, with many randomly placed pillars, and very abstract paintings. Harry enjoyed walking around because he never knew what might be behind the next corner.
When Harry reached a dead end in the house, he turned around to go back. He took a left. Then a right. Then.. Wait, where was he? Harry realized he hadn't paid attention to where he had been going. He turned around to-
"Hello Harry. Enjoying the library?" Sean was standing right behind Harry, who was so surprised that he practically leaped into the air.
"Er yeah, thanks. How do I get back to the others?" asked Harry.
"Why?"
"Er..." Harry never thought that he would have to have a reason to get directions to his best friends.
"Why would you want to go to them when we never finished what we where... 'discussing'... back in your room. Would you like to finish the conversation?" he asked, pressing up against Harry, and pushing him into a corner.
Harry looked around. "What if someone comes? Not here..." Harry said quietly, as Sean ran his fingers through Harry's messy hair. A sudden look of embarrassment and sadness came across his usually calm face. He turned around, and crossed his arms, with his strangely un proportioned hands hanging by his elbows.
"Fine. I'll go. Sorry for bothering you so much," and with that he walked away. For some reason Harry couldn't help but feel bad.
"Why did I do that? He obviously doesn't like me! I should have never done that... but he still hurt me for no reason. And what if he never likes me again? Then I would have to marry-" the thought entered his mind once more- "I would have to marry someone who hates me. I don't want to put him through this. I don't want to go through this. I don't what anyone knowing about this. I don't want to do it. I can't take this. I can't take the pressure, the guilt, it all makes me sick."
Sean soon found himself wandering into the kitchen. Something sinister ran through his head. Something he was, for some reason, very sure he could do.
He couldn't see- everything was blurry. Nothing to hold onto but the cold, stainless steal counter... but there was something on it. That was his goal to get. He felt it in his arms... he felt it in his chest... he felt the cold running down him... he felt light headed-he just wanted it to end there... and no one could stop him. Not anyone-except Harry.
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A/N tell me if you're just begin' for more! Muahahah-Muahahaha-MUAHAHAH- cough-cough-AHAHA!!! *is evil* }: ]
*Renee* thanks for reviewing! Here's the chappie you ordered! Want some fries with that? Sorry, just practicing. hehe
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Harry sat in the bed. He stared of into the distance wondering what on earth drove him to kiss a boy. Harry got up, dressed, and wondered the house.
It was a very elegant house, with many randomly placed pillars, and very abstract paintings. Harry enjoyed walking around because he never knew what might be behind the next corner.
When Harry reached a dead end in the house, he turned around to go back. He took a left. Then a right. Then.. Wait, where was he? Harry realized he hadn't paid attention to where he had been going. He turned around to-
"Hello Harry. Enjoying the library?" Sean was standing right behind Harry, who was so surprised that he practically leaped into the air.
"Er yeah, thanks. How do I get back to the others?" asked Harry.
"Why?"
"Er..." Harry never thought that he would have to have a reason to get directions to his best friends.
"Why would you want to go to them when we never finished what we where... 'discussing'... back in your room. Would you like to finish the conversation?" he asked, pressing up against Harry, and pushing him into a corner.
Harry looked around. "What if someone comes? Not here..." Harry said quietly, as Sean ran his fingers through Harry's messy hair. A sudden look of embarrassment and sadness came across his usually calm face. He turned around, and crossed his arms, with his strangely un proportioned hands hanging by his elbows.
"Fine. I'll go. Sorry for bothering you so much," and with that he walked away. For some reason Harry couldn't help but feel bad.
"Why did I do that? He obviously doesn't like me! I should have never done that... but he still hurt me for no reason. And what if he never likes me again? Then I would have to marry-" the thought entered his mind once more- "I would have to marry someone who hates me. I don't want to put him through this. I don't want to go through this. I don't what anyone knowing about this. I don't want to do it. I can't take this. I can't take the pressure, the guilt, it all makes me sick."
Sean soon found himself wandering into the kitchen. Something sinister ran through his head. Something he was, for some reason, very sure he could do.
He couldn't see- everything was blurry. Nothing to hold onto but the cold, stainless steal counter... but there was something on it. That was his goal to get. He felt it in his arms... he felt it in his chest... he felt the cold running down him... he felt light headed-he just wanted it to end there... and no one could stop him. Not anyone-except Harry.
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A/N tell me if you're just begin' for more! Muahahah-Muahahaha-MUAHAHAH- cough-cough-AHAHA!!! *is evil* }: ]