One Dumb Dare (Nouis, Niam, Larry)

Chapter 20

Hey guys!

WARNING IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM DO.NOT.READ.

This is not in anyway supporting self harm or anything like it.

Enjoy.

Oh yeah sorry in advance.

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Chapter 20

Harry POV

He hated himself for what he had done. But it was needed, Louis could never be hurt by him again this way. Harry was sick of his life his existence which plagued the life that thrived around him. The perfect world tainted by his mere existence. Louis pure soul crushed and destroyed by the devil that lived inside of the curly haired boy. Louis heart was a fragile glass figure that Harry crushed between his death grip. Harry loved Louis, he loved Louis enough to know his love was one to fear. One to hate, loath, despise. His love was one of pure revolting disgust. But he loved him, more than the air he breathed, or the sky that floated over his head. Loving Louis was his mistake he only hurts the people he loved and he had hurt and tortured that boy beyond compare. Harry had nothing left for this love when Louis had more than enough left to give. Harry was nothing but empty when Louis was full of a burning fire that uprooted Harry's very existence. Harry loved Louis, and that's all that he knew to be true. Harry loved Louis, but in the end he hurt Louis. Beyond healing, both boys had been thrown to the wind. Both boys were so in love they were blinded, from the storm cloud now rolling in on there perfect everlasting sunset.

When the curly haired boy arrived home he heard the familiar crash of breaking glass. He sighed dropping his bag next to him at the door.

"Stop it!" Harry tensed at the scream, he raced up the steps and opened his mums door, he scanned over the scene. His step dad standing over his mom, fist lifted as his mom laid on the ground helpless and bleeding from the nose, there was a broken picture frame. Harry clenched his jaw as his step dad looked over at him.

"get the fuck out of here." he commanded and Harry glared at him.

"get away from my mum." he said between clenched teeth.

"Harry.." his mum wimpered and Harry boiled over.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DEFEND HIM! LOOK AROUND MUM! HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU OR ME OR ANYONE! HES A BASTARD! LOOK WHAT HE'S DONE TO US! TO YOU! TO ME!" when Harry mentioned himself he pulled his shirt off showing the cuts, bruises and burn marks all over his skin. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT!?" he screamed and his step dad starred at him, while his mum watched Harry with watery heart broken eyes.

"Harry those marks.." she whispered.

"my fucking sons a pussy." his step dad spat, and Harry glared at him, his blood turning to ice, as it rushed through his body.

"I. Am. Not. Your. Son." Harry stated clenching his fists tighter.

"Harry-" his mom attempted to speak before a slap was delivered to her face. Harry couldn't do anything but watch, he was so helpless. He was so worthless, he was so screwed up. He left the room, his head hung low. He dragged his dead body into his bedroom lightly closing the door, he grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his injured skin. Harry sank to the ground gripping his curls tightly in his hand, he didn't cry. He only wanted to block out the screams from the room next door. They only got louder, echoing through the house, pounding in Harrys head.

Harry jumped up walking into his bathroom, he grabbed one of the shavers and threw it on the ground, watching as it shattered into pieces on the ground. He grabbed one of the razors and took a deep breath stabbing it harshly into his skin. He yelped at the contact, but applied more pressure, blood was dripping down his arm, forming a pool on the bathroom floor. He switched arms slicing roughly at his other wrist, he began to feel dizzy. But he didn't stop cut after cut, they got deeper till blood filled the bathroom and dripped off the curly haired boys arms, he fell to the ground amongst the blood and shattered remains of the shaver. He groaned clutching the razor tight in his hand, feeling as his grip caused it to break the skin on his palm blood seeping through his fingers. He lifted his arms, his hands shook but he wiped away some blood, eyes although blurry, scanning his arms. He smiled slightly when he saw a familiar green line traveling down his arm, sticking out against his pale skin. He moved the razor to the green line.

"HARRY!" he looked up just in time to see his mother looking down at her son in horror. He looked at her, his green eyes begging for forgiveness as he pushed on the blade and it cut the green line, Harry watched his mother watch him in horror, "I'm sorry." he whispered, his mom shakily kneeled beside him her hands trembling, Harry smiled up at her, "I'm going home." he said in a raspy voice, she rested Harrys head on her lap, stroking through his curls, her eyes dripping with tears each tear hitting Harrys paling cheeks. The edges of his vision darkened and like clouds drifting into a storm, his vision went black.

Louis POV

When Louis had heard the news, he was frozen with fear, disbelief and shock. He cried for hours, days, weeks. He remembered the feeling when he went to the funeral.

when you walk down an isle to the love of your life its usually best day of you existence. but he remembered looking at harry laying breathless in the casket. He tried to be strong, for the love of his life. Louis knew it would happen of coarse he did. Everyone cried that day, not a single tear was sparred. Louis heart felt hollow once again. Harry was his everything without Harry he had nothing. Louis surrounded himself with things that reminded him of Harry, but he knew soon that the scent on his clothing will soon fade, and his existence will be nothing but a memory. Louis hated that, he hated that Harry had left. Why had hurt Louis like this? Was this really just one of Harrys games? Had he really just pretended to love Louis and then throw it all away? Louis knew he couldn't live without Harry. It was obvious, that Louis couldn't survive with out Harry. Louis couldn't live in a world without seeing those green eyes and those chocolate curls. He knew he couldn't survive a world without his laugh, or his slow voice, or even the dimples. Louis knew that when Harry left, he took a part of Louis with him. A part no one would ever be able to replace.

And that's what brought Louis here, the wind biting at his red cheeks. He looked down at the silent train tracks, climbing a top the railing, he balanced as the cold wind brushed past the boy. Tears built up in the brown haired boys eyes, he watched out into the distance of the dark railroad. Head lights flashed in the distance and Louis smiled. He lifted his chin smiling up at the star filled sky. "I'm coming home Harry." he yelled into the sky and he looked to his side, and under the moonlight the curly haired boy smiled widely at him. He reached out his hand connecting with Harrys, his chocolate curls were being blown back by the winter air. His face glowed with life and beauty as Louis gripped his hand tightly he looked down at Louis. His green eyes intensely looking into Louis hazel eyes, Louis smiled at him. Harry leaned closer, his face still a foot away, and even though he whispered it was like a shout as the train approached, blaring it's horn.

"jump" Louis had said it before and he'll say it again, he would do anything for Harry. So holding on tightly to Harrys hand Louis, did as he was told, and the two boys jumped.

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Love is the strongest force upon this earth. It's a universal emotion, that is a mix of many other emotions. While love could save the life of many, while love could help you survive. Love could be deadly, as deadly as the rays of sun that shined across the globe. You need the sun to survive, its rays of light supply you with life. While the rays can also harm you, they are deadly. What would happen if the sun happened to disappear or burn out? You could not survive. Your existence would falter.

That was like love, its warm embrace welcoming yet deadly and when the absence of love is clear, you can no longer survive. You would crumble under the pressure that was eminent heart break. Love taking a dagger and plunging it into your chest. Your heart would shatter into an uncountable number of pieces and flutter off into the wind to dance with angels.

Love is a force so powerful it kills you from the inside out. Love is murder and to love is to be murdered.

A love from hate is a deadly kind.

And death has become of this love.

The end.