speak (teaser)
Title: speak
Rating: r
Length: 454
Fandom: One Direction
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson,
Notes: based off of the book speak
warning: triggers: rape, depression, etc.
Summary: Harry entered high school with the wrong clothes, wrong look, and the wrong attitude. No friends, no voice, no one knew his secret.
Harry had never really been popular, actually, he was just a nobody. He wasn't liked, he wasn't disliked. Somewhere in the middle. But that was how he liked it, honestly. He had all that he needed. But high school was about to change everything. He'd heard it countless times. No easy breaks, no freebies, nothing. You had to fend for yourself. And Harry truly felt that was as he walked into the double doors at 8 AM that morning. They all knew him, Harry Styles. The one who called the cops, the one who busted everyone. The asshole.
He had friends, at one point, but ever since that night in August he was shunned. He felt like a fish out of water, like someone was suffocating him. He thrashed, wiggled, and tried to scream but no sound would come out. He couldn't speak. He was all rigid. He wasn't even really living, he'd told himself. He was on auto-pilot. He wanted to be irrelevant, that would hurt so much less. Instead, he was all the rage, and not in the good way. He'd give anything to just disappear. They'd all like that, wouldn't they?
He made his way to assembly, all the ninth graders had to go. He rolled his eyes, Gemma told him all about it. How they'd just give all the freshmen a talk and the generic "welcome to high school" crap. He didn't need that, though. He didn't even want to be alive. He hadn't even told Gemma. How could he? Who could he trust? Who would even listen to what he had to say? They never did before they sure as hell wouldn't do it now.
His eyes widened when he walked in and saw the ninth grade class. Surely there weren't this many kids in his grade, were there? And there it goes again, the loss of breath, pulse increasing, knees shaking. He turned around and made eye contact with the last person he wanted to see. Louis Tomlinson, his ex best friend. He was sitting with three or four people. Harry didn't recognize them, they must be older. Louis was practically shooting daggers at Harry.
If it were the old Harry, he would have throttled Louis, told him off, asked him what his fucking problem was. But he couldn't speak, he didn't dare. Instead Louis just gave him a look of disgust. How dare Harry risk Louis' reputation? The ultimate betrayal. They had done everything together, suffered their first girlfriends together, Louis' parents divorce, Gemma moving out, the birth of his sisters. But none of that mattered, not in contrast to Louis' popularity. And with venom in his eyes he seemed to hiss, as he mouthed, 'I hate you'
Rating: r
Length: 454
Fandom: One Direction
Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson,
Notes: based off of the book speak
warning: triggers: rape, depression, etc.
Summary: Harry entered high school with the wrong clothes, wrong look, and the wrong attitude. No friends, no voice, no one knew his secret.
Harry had never really been popular, actually, he was just a nobody. He wasn't liked, he wasn't disliked. Somewhere in the middle. But that was how he liked it, honestly. He had all that he needed. But high school was about to change everything. He'd heard it countless times. No easy breaks, no freebies, nothing. You had to fend for yourself. And Harry truly felt that was as he walked into the double doors at 8 AM that morning. They all knew him, Harry Styles. The one who called the cops, the one who busted everyone. The asshole.
He had friends, at one point, but ever since that night in August he was shunned. He felt like a fish out of water, like someone was suffocating him. He thrashed, wiggled, and tried to scream but no sound would come out. He couldn't speak. He was all rigid. He wasn't even really living, he'd told himself. He was on auto-pilot. He wanted to be irrelevant, that would hurt so much less. Instead, he was all the rage, and not in the good way. He'd give anything to just disappear. They'd all like that, wouldn't they?
He made his way to assembly, all the ninth graders had to go. He rolled his eyes, Gemma told him all about it. How they'd just give all the freshmen a talk and the generic "welcome to high school" crap. He didn't need that, though. He didn't even want to be alive. He hadn't even told Gemma. How could he? Who could he trust? Who would even listen to what he had to say? They never did before they sure as hell wouldn't do it now.
His eyes widened when he walked in and saw the ninth grade class. Surely there weren't this many kids in his grade, were there? And there it goes again, the loss of breath, pulse increasing, knees shaking. He turned around and made eye contact with the last person he wanted to see. Louis Tomlinson, his ex best friend. He was sitting with three or four people. Harry didn't recognize them, they must be older. Louis was practically shooting daggers at Harry.
If it were the old Harry, he would have throttled Louis, told him off, asked him what his fucking problem was. But he couldn't speak, he didn't dare. Instead Louis just gave him a look of disgust. How dare Harry risk Louis' reputation? The ultimate betrayal. They had done everything together, suffered their first girlfriends together, Louis' parents divorce, Gemma moving out, the birth of his sisters. But none of that mattered, not in contrast to Louis' popularity. And with venom in his eyes he seemed to hiss, as he mouthed, 'I hate you'