Numb- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 3

//Harry's POV//

As soon as Louis says those 2 words, I lose all emotions on my face. I walk to the living room area where the rest of the lads are, and sit down next to Liam. After a few minutes of no one really watching TV, Liam says "Harry...Can you tell us why? Why you did it?" There it is. That same damn question everyone keeps asking. I don't know why they keep asking. I won't tell them. "I already fucking told you Liam" i reply. "But we want to know why you think that. What happened, to make you think that?" Niall explains.

After a few moments of silence, mostly consisting of myself thinking, I say "I really shouldn't be telling you this because he'll kill me...Do you remember the day i came out 2 years ago? Thats when it started. Louis I guess didn't like the fact that i was gay, so he beat me as soon as we left Liams house. he called me a fat, ugly, ugly, worthless, faggot. And me being me, believed him. and that's when the cutting began"

"What?! Harry, why didn't you tell us?!" Zayn asks. "Because I didn't know how to, Zayn! He was my bestfriend for fucks sake! I thought he would've supported me!" I exclaim, tears building in my eyes. Damn it! I need to stop fucking crying! "He needs to come out here. We need to talk about this!" Liam says. "No! He doesn't do it anymore! Please don't tell him I told you!"

"Okay..." Zayn says, ending the conversation.

"So...I'm going to take a shower..." I lie. The boys all nod. I walk into the bunker room and grab the blade that is hiding in my jacket pocket. "What are you doing?" Louis says, with tear stains on his face. "Going to take a shower"

"I hope you fall and die"

"Me too"

I walk into the bathroom, shut the door and lock it, and then strip off all my clothes. I turn the water on, wait until it is hot, and then i step in. I sit there for awhile soaking in the water, just thinking about life.

Why am I still here? None of the boys actually care, they just pity me. Louis doesn't even pay me any attention, and he just tells me to kill myself, so why not? the fans don't like me, or want me in the band, so why not? Why wait till October? Why not now?

So I do. I slice my wrists with the bladei that I brought with me, and then i carve something into my stomache. I jump out of the shower, turn it off, grab a bottle of pills out of the cabinet, and then i down them with a cup of water.

Finally. Finally I'll be happy.

"Harry! Haz?! Harry are you okay? Unlock the door please!" I faintly hear banging on the door and someones voice. Its sounds sweet, and angelic, so I assume it's Louis'.

"Goodbye" I whisper one last time before I fall asleep.

//Louis' POV//

After Harry walked out, I felt so alone. Why did I do this to him? He doesn't deserve this! I can faintly hear the boys talking, and after about 10 minutes of them in there, Harry walks in. "What are you doing?" I ask him. He looks some what pale, and he seems lost in his thoughts. " Going to take a shower" He replies. Out of habit of being rude, i say "I hope you fall and die" And then my heart breaks by what he says next. "Me too"

My breath hitches and i don't say anything more, so he walks to the bathroom. I can't help but feel worried. I feel like hes going to do something...No. He wouldn't...Would he? I know Harry, and he is strong. But i might as well check and make sure...

"Harry!" i call out, no one replies. "Haz?" Still no reply. "Harry, are you okay?" Please answer! "Unlock the door please!" Did he do it?! Shit! SHIT SHIT SHIT! I hear a faint whisper saying "Goodbye"

OH FUCKING SHIT!

"BOYS GET IN HERE NOW!" The three other lads come running in, looking really worried. "Harry isn't answering and i'm afraid he..." i say and then my voice fails me. but the boys understand. Their faces go pale, eyes go wide. Then they slam themselves into the door and break it down.

What I see on the other side of the door make me sob uncontrollably.

It's Harry, with sliced wrists on either side, and a empty bottle of pils on the floor.

But what makes me fall to the floor sobbing in pain, is the words written on his stomach.

Louis.