Warnings

☞ strong language

☞ five way relationship

Being in a five-way relationship was never something easy to handle. Add that to the stress of being an iconic, world-wide band pressured by its many expectations; one person will undeservingly undertake the role of the stress reliever- negatively.

Harry was known for his big heart, and it was in his nature to put everyone else before himself, especially his boyfriends. When things became too much to handle, they would all somehow virtually agree to snap at Harry. The youngest of the five tried his best not to take things to heart because at the end of the day, four kisses were pressed to his lips and four pairs of arms were wrapped around him somehow, gently lulling him to sleep.

Yet, one can only take too much bending before finally breaking.

• • •

HARRY STYLES REPORTEDLY DROVE KENDALL JENNER HOME . . . was it just an innocent ride ?

NICK GRIMSHAW LEFT THE CLUB LAST NIGHT WITH HARRY STYLES ON HIS ARMS . . . they are cute, we ship them.

Liam threw the magazine he once claimed to be filled with nothing but búllshít in front of Harry's face aggressively.

"Care to explain?" Liam stonily demanded a startled Harry.

"What's this?" Harry's eyes flickered across the front page.

"I don't know Harry. We can ask you the same question." Harry looked up confusedly at his four boyfriends, who all shared an impassive cold glare directed at him.

"I told you I drove Kendall home, and I also told you that I was sleeping over at Nick's that day." Harry still did not understand what had them so worked up.

"The pictures tell a different story." Zayn snarled.

"Your slútty self was not satisfied with four men, so you had to find yourself another one." Louis laughed mercilessly.

"And the womanizer Harry could not resist stepping up and offering a ride to Kendall; I could've sworn you were only gay, but a slút is a slút, regardless of the gender." Niall shook his head in disgust.

"How fúcking dare you?" Harry stood shakily to his feet, his eyes filling with disbelief and tears of betrayal. They have never went so far, never insulted him like that, and it wounded him and twisted painfully at his heart. He was at a loss for words.

"Why do you seem so surprised? I'm pretty sure it's a well-known fact now that you Harry Styles are a fúcking slút. We know it, the fans have been preaching it for years, and I'm pretty sure you know it yourself." Liam finished, managing to snap the virtual chord holding Harry's heart together in two. It took all of the wounded boy's willpower not to fall to the ground and sob incessantly. He never thought he would be put through immense emotional pain by the same people who reassured him time and time before that he was not a manwhore. He was left confused and so so hurt.

"I-I . . . I'll just go now . . . uhm, yeah. I'm sorry." Harry's voice cracked mid-sentence. He looked into their eyes one last time, hoping for a non-scarring glance, but he was met with cold, harsh and unfamiliar eyes staring back at him. He ran upstairs to his- their room a sob managing to escape his lips before he fully disappeared from the living room that held his boyfriends . . . can he even call them that anymore?

"Simon, hey it's Harry. I'm going home for a while. I need you to send Paul to come and pick me up." Harry managed shakily.

"Harry lad, are you okay?" A worried Simon pressed.

"Please Si, just don't ask me any questions right now. I'll explain later." Simon was the only one aware of their relationship, and the only one Harry would trust and talk to about anything. He was like a father to him.

"Okay, Paul will be at your house within the hour." Simon sighed.

"Th-Thank you." Harry sighed heavily.

He began packing some of his clothes, his heart clenching painfully with each article of clothing he placed into his bag. He never thought he would have to do this, but then again he never imagined his lovers hurting him like that. It was never this bad- they were never that cruel. He understood their minimal snide remarks when they were stressed out- it was understandable after all, but this- this was something else. Harry's heart began numbing; he felt dead on the inside. Their words killed him.

A few tears and minutes later, he was technically done packing- half of his clothes were still in the closet, but he felt like everything was useless. Breathing felt useless to the youngest and broken boy. Paul texted him saying that he was outside.

Harry inhaled sharply and braced himself for the worst. He would have to face them again.

He slowly rolled his carry-on behind him and made his way down the hallway leading to the front door. He felt like collapsing to his feet when he heard laughter coming from the living room. It's like they were pouring salt on his wounds- almost mockingly. They stopped once they heard the sound of Harry's footsteps and the wheels of the bag against the hard floor.

"Where to hóe?" Niall cackled. Ouch, that pierced Harry's heart painfully.

"Uhm . . . I-I'm going t-to Cheshire t-to visit m-my mom." Harry stuttered.

"Yeah right. Watch you drive down to one of your hook-up buddies." Zayn snarled.

Harry whimpered in response and his lips wobbled violently.

"Okay Zayn. If that's what you think I'll do, then yes, I'll drive down to Nick's house and have him fúck me; aren't I a whore after all?" Harry gave them one final heart-wrenching smile then quickly ran to the front door, not bearing to be in their presence anymore.

The four boys' gaze was altered with what Harry can identify as guilt.

He walked out of the door with a heavy heart.

• • •

"We're so used to seeing a perfect version of Harry Styles that we forgot he's actually real. Pictures were taken of the pop-star today with blood-shot eyes and a heavily disheveled appearance. What could have possibly caused his apparent misery? That, and it was reported that he's actually alone in Cheshire, and the lads are all in London. Could it possibly be the end of the One Direction boys?

Louis bit his lower lip as pictures of a tattered Harry appeared before him. So, the curly-headed boy had actually gone to his mom's house after all.

"Lads!" Louis hollered frenetically.

Three pairs of feet came rushing to the living room. "Yes Lou?" Liam answered sweetly.

"Look." Louis pointed towards the screen, feeling nothing but shame as he stared at the several pictures of a vulnerable Harry trying to shield his face from the paparazzi swarming him.

"Shít." Niall breathed after several moments of silence.

"Quite." Zayn nodded his head.

They were interrupted from their remorseful reverie with a knock at their door. Zayn silently moved to unlock it, only to come face to face with none other than Nick Grimshaw.

"What did you guys do to him? He won't even answer my calls." Nick seethed.

"That is none of your concern Grimshaw." Louis snapped.

"It kind of is when my best friend, who is stupidly infatuated with his boyfriends, suddenly leaves to Cheshire, doesn't answer my calls, then there are pictures of a depressed version of him all over the Internet. He literally fell asleep on the couch at my house the other night, whining about how lonely it feels without you guys surrounding him, so what on earth happened between you lot?" Nick finished.

"Couch?" Liam inhaled sharply.

"Yeah?" A puzzled Nick replied.

"We need to drive down to Cheshire, like, right the fúck now." Zayn urged.

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on?" Nick sighed frustratedly.

"Not now Grimshaw." The four of them snapped simultaneously, and hastily began to grab their phones, wallets and coats and were already heading out of the house.

"Wait! Just . . . fix this?" He pleaded, getting frantic nods in response.

• • •

"Boys." Anne greeted them with nothing but disappointment coating her face. She loved them to pieces, but they inflicted deep lacerations upon her baby's heart, and that in return left her with no excuse whatsoever for what they have done. They gave her a sheepish look in return.

"Is Harry here?" Louis questioned, his eyes casted towards the ground.

"He has only been out of his room the one time pictures of him flooded the media- the reason why you are here now." She gave each one of them a pointed look.

"We were so stupid." Niall's eyes watered as he uttered weakly.

"Yes you were." Anne confirmed.

"I can't believe we told him that." Zayn croaked.

"Me neither." She stated.

"We don't deserve him." Liam shook his head sadly.

"No you don't, but, he loves you too much to let you go, even after what you have done to him, and I know you love him just as much, so please, fix this before I start crying myself." Anne pleaded.

"We will." They stated solemnly.

"He's upstairs, probably crying his eyes out." She sighed, pointing towards the staircase.

They ascended the stairs morosely, and with every step they climbed, Harry's sobs resounded louder in their ears, compunction plopping onto their hearts heavily.

They barged into Harry's room, causing the mess of a lad to freeze momentarily and having him turn to look at his intruders. His previously vibrant and pert verdant eyes were now a dull and faded mossy green, which reflected his state perfectly.

"Harry . . ." Liam trailed off.

"Are you here to tell me how much of a slút I am? I promise I didn't even leave my room except for once, and it didn't go well." Harry's voice was hoarse, and his throat was clogged up, so he had a difficulty speaking properly.

Hearing Harry say it himself was like a slap to their faces.

"Harry, please don't call yourself any of this búllshít." Niall croaked.

"They are your words, not mine. I'm quoting what you said to me." Harry chuckled humorlessly.

"No, Harry. We were so fúcking stupid. You're nothing but pure and perfect. You treat us so well, and we do nothing but throw shit at you constantly, but I promise you darling, we love you more than anything; you're our baby, angel." Louis was sobbing by the time he was done, and he fell back into Zayn's arms for comfort.

"We are terribly sorry, Harry. We should have never doubted you, not for a second. We all know that that magazine is full of crap anyways." Niall continued.

"We love you, and the house is so empty without you baby. Please come back to us." Zayn spoke shakily.

Harry never handled seeing his boyfriends with a frown on their faces well, so having them all crying for him like that almost made him fall right back into their arms.

"You don't understand how much you hurt me. You didn't have the people you trusted with your life throw words at you like they were nothing. You didn't have to feel so . . . so fúcking worthless and disgusting. You made me hate myself." The lanky boy whimpered as he wrapped his arms around his lean figure tightly.

Harry almost fell to the ground due to the impact of Niall hurling himself at him, but the blond managed to steady Harry into his arms and hold onto him tightly. "Stop, please. I can't take this anymore. I'm so sorry Harry, so sorry." Soon enough, four warm pairs of arms that Harry has been craving the feel of were wrapped around him tightly, comfortingly. It was almost enough to mend Harry's broken heart.

"We love you Harry. Please don't leave us." Liam's voice cracked towards the end of the sentence.

"Can you please just hold me close like this? I want to feel your touch everywhere on me." Harry requested softly.

"Will you come back to London with us?" Zayn asked hopefully.

Harry only nodded in response, closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of warmness and safety that seeped through his skin from the touch of his boyfriends. He felt whole again.

A•N•

2100 words

Sorry for the suckish ending lol. I'm a bit rusty because I haven't written in forever, so forgive me if this was not worth your time.

This was requested by @LittleZaynThings, hope you liked it.

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