Hi, I made this story to be short. So please dont hate me. Love you xx.
Harry-
Louis is way skinnier. I don’t like it. I like it when he is himself. He shouldn't, and doesn't have to starve himself. He looks amazing, just the way he is.
Louis-
Exactly 20 cuts. For how many times we made eye contact. Me and Harry. 5 of them deep. For when we couldn’t look away for seconds, minutes.
Harry-
New cuts. some deep. Why does he do this? If he was with me, he wouldn’t have to. But popularity. Society. I would go to him any day, but..i cant.
Louis-
I finally decided to talk to Harry. I walked up to him. I said hi.
(Harry bold, zayn/niall/liam italic.)
“H-hi.”
“Hey-”
“Fuck off twat.”
“Yeah, fruckin anorexic, cutting son of bitch. You're worthless. No one wants you. Just die already.”
“Yeah...Ju-st, g-go away, t-twat.”
That hit me hard.
I ran.
Till I got home.
I was crying.
I felt Numb.
I ran to my room.
Opened my drawer.
Grabbed my razor.
And cut. Deep.
