Louis and Eleanor walked thier way to Eleanor's room, tears still streaming down Louis' face. Eleanor gently placed Louis down on her bed and went to grab a glass of water from her nightstand.

"Here drink this." She handed him the glass and sat beside him while rubbing soothing circles on his back.

"What'd they say?"

Louis choked on his sob. He wiped his tears with the back of his hand and looked at Eleanor.

"They- They wanted to take away Harry's freedom."

"Wh- What do you mean Lou? What happened there?"

"They said that- that Harry cannot go out anymore because people are talking about him. They said that him being feminine and me making appearances with him will bring down the band name." Louis replied between sobs. Eleanor gasped sitting beside him.

"We- we can't let them do that to him. They know what he's gone through!" Eleanor said.

"I know! I know! But I can't let the boys' hardwork for years go down like that and I can't let Harry live like a prisoner either! I don't know what to do!"

Louis couldn't believe the situation he was stuck in. He could keep either the boys happy or Harry happy. There was no in-between.

"We- we'll figure something out Lou. There has to be a way." Eleanor tried to comfort him. They sat in silence for a while. Louis abruptly stood up and started pacing around the room.

"Is it because Harry wears dresses? Is that what its all about?! Why can't they just accept the fact that people can do whatever they want. Be whoever they want. He can wear a garbage bag for all I care. I mean clothes are made for people, not gender. When will everyone understand this?! If a girl wears a shirt, its fine but if a boy wears a top, its wrong?! There is something seriously wrong with this world."

"I know Lou, there's something wrong but please lower your voice, we don't want anyone to hear you." Eleanor said. Louis sighed and sat down beside her.

"What do I do El?" Louis said placing his head on her shoulder.

"I don't know Lou but we'll figure something out." Eleanor said while placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you." Louis said smiling slightly at Eleanor unaware of the little boy standing outside the door.

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Harry ran back to his room and shut his door. He closed the windows and curtains and crawled under his bed in the dark.

His body shivered as tears kept flowing through his sad green eyes.

He didn't want to be the reason for the biggest boyband, the reason for my many people's existence, to end. He knew how important One Direction is. He always had the boys with him when he had no one and he didn't want to take that away from everyone else. Especially the boys themselves have had worked so hard to be where they are and he didn't want to be the reason for them to end.

Harry thought it was all because of him. That man was right when he said boys should not wear dresses. He was always right, Harry thought. He was truly a waste of space and no one did after all care about him.

Harry felt this weird anger inside him. He wanted it take it out somewhere. It was all him. His fault everything was about to go down. He thought it was his fault Louis had to go through so much pain. Louis shouldn't have to worry because of Harry.

The anger inside Harry grew and he needed a release. The burning in his chest wouldn't subside and he didn't know what to do. His cheeks burned along with his eyes. Harry closed his palm, tight. He could feel his nails dig in his skin. He didn't realise but he felt somewhat better. As if he got the punishment for his wrong doings. It wasn't enough, but it was something.

Harry kept digging in his nails until he could feel the burn in his chest reduce. It wasn't gone, it was still there, just a little less.

Harry didn't know what to do. He knew it was all because of him wearing dresses and going outside with Louis. This was the first time he went out with Louis and probably the last. One thing he knew for sure was he cannot go outside with Louis anymore.

Harry decided that only way to keep everyone around him happy is by changing himself. He had no choice but to change. He couldn't let Louis suffer and he couldn't let the boys' hardwork go to waste.

Harry crawled back from under his bed and opened the curtains. He felt something wet on his wrists. He was startled at the sight of blood. Tears welt up in Harry's eyes at the sight of blood. His body shivered but he knew he couldn't let Louis know about this. Harry managed to get himself into the bathroom of his room.

He switched the lights on to find a stranger in the shadow of his mirror. It wasn't him. It wasn't the Harry who was always pretty and pink. It was a tired Harry. Booldshot eyes, bloody wrists, wrinkled clothes. Harry hated the person in the mirror. He hated himself.

He cleaned his wrists and bandaged it and decided to get changed. Harry walked into his closet and was about to pick a dress when he realised he shouldn't do that anymore. For the sake of everyone.

Harry walked into Louis' room and decided to borrow a shirt and a pair of pants until he buys his own. He checked if anyone was in Louis' room and after not finding anyone he took some clothes with him and left.

After changing his clothes Harry didn't feel like himself. It wasn't him. There was no glitter, no pink, no colour, no Harry in his clothes. It wasn't him but he convinced himself that these were just clothes. Nothing much. They are used to cover your body, be it a shirt or a dress. He convinced himself that shirts were cool and that's what he should wear because he's a boy and boys only wear shirts and pants. Boys cannot be pretty.

Harry crawled back onto his bed again and he realised how feminine everything is. He hated it. He didn't want to be someone who had to be the reason of everyone's loss and everything in his room just encouraged him to be that person. He hated it. He hated pink. He hated dresses. He hated everyone. He hated himself because he couldn't bring himself to hate everything around him. It was still him. He had to destroy it. He couldn't let this affect him.

Harry got out of his bed and pulled out the pink bedsheet from his bed, the pillow covers, the curtains. He removed them all. He had to throw them away. He can't keep them or else he will fail. He threw them away. He removed everything from his room that defined him. That was him.

Harry crawled back on his bed, curled in a small ball and sobbed. That's all he did the rest of the day and night.

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"Steve, I have an offer for you." Louis said.