Useless and Shattered » l.s. z.h.

Chapter three

"Does he know?" Everyone finished the song and everyone stared at each other, feeling on cloud nine.

Everyone except Harry. Sure, he was a little excited about the tour but he still felt ashamed. He was ashamed about how Louis found out about his habit and he still felt exhausted.

"Hey Harry!!" Niall yelled from across the stage after the practice ended, Harry looked at him, staying sitting on the stage, legs dangling.

His knees were feeling really weak lately and he couldn't say it.

"Yes?"

"Are you feeling alright mate?"

Harry felt like his insides were ripping apart, numb, terrified and unhappy. But, he simply nodded, sending another of his smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

"Lets go get some food," Liam walked over and helped Harry stand up.

The boy whimpered. Liam released his hand, putting him back down and gently rubbing his back.

"Hey Niall?" Harry called out, the blondie was enthusiastic about Harry talking to him willingly.

"Yes?"

"Do you h-have your knee brace I could borrow? I don't know why b-but my knee aches," he muttered softly, twiddling his thumbs.

"Course love. Here," he went to his duffle bag, coming over and strapping it onto the boy's knee.

Harry stood up and Liam smiled at him, ruffling his curls, the pair leaving the area to get some food.

When they walked into the restaurant, Harry felt nauseous. He despised the smell of the awful greasy food that his mates seemed to love.

"Hey Haz are you alright?" Liam shook his shoulder, Harry flinched back away from him.

A small look of sadness was in the fit boy's eyes before he returned to ordering food.

'See Harry, Liam looks disgusted by you,' the little voice in his head haunted him again.

"I-I'm gonna go get some f-fresh air," Harry rushed out and paparazzi were immediately in his face, yelling and screaming.

"S-s-s-stop," he whispered, covering his face with his forearms, knees giving in.

"Harry?! Haz?!" He looked up, hearing Zayn and Liam's voices, seeing Louis and Niall.

"Out of my way!! Move it move it!!" He felt arms around his skinny body, crying into Zayn's chest already, the paparazzi cleared out slowly as bodyguards made them leave forcefully.

Paul came over and lifted the crying boy up, the boys rushing to the hotel, forgetting the idea of food right now.

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