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⚠️TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION & SUICIDE⚠️

Harry Styles

I hate all of this. Literally everyone I know has to be hurt, especially Leah. I can't watch everyone suffer for me. Who would be the next one, Niall? Louis? Liam? Zayn?

I looked at Leah, she was asleep. Louis moved a chair so he could sit next to me. 'What happened Louis?' I asked him. I knew Elizabeth stabbed her as a second warning, but I still wanted to know what exactly happened.

'Well...' Louis hesitated to tell me what happened. It felt like he was hiding something. 'Louis what's wrong? You can tell me everything I won't judge.' I said to him. He nodded, smiled and said: 'I know haha. Okay so we were playing truth or dare.' 'Yes..??' I interrupted him. 'Well we were playing and Leah answered a question and I may got a bit jealous. So I walked upstairs towards her room. I sat down and looked at some old pictures of me and Leah.' Louis said. 'You were jealous?' I asked him. 'I guess, I miss her even though I don't have any feelings for her. I like her as a friend.' He answered. 'You know me and Leah aren't a couple right? I'm not even sure if we have like, something.' I said. 'I know... but I.. I-I kissed her.' He said.

Now I understand why he didn't want to tell me what happened. He kissed Leah, the girl I've liked for a while now. It hurt me, it made me mad. I stood up and walked out of the door. 'Where are you going?' Louis said as his eyes followed me. 'Going for a little stroll.' I answered. 'See ya in a few minutes then.' He said as he waved at me.

I walked out of the door, I made a fist. I was really mad, I had no reason to be mad since Leah isn't my girlfriend.... yet.

I walked faster and faster towards the exit of the hospital. I couldn't hold my anger and changed my route towards the bathroom. I walked towards a closed toilet booth. My hands were still fists.

I hit the wall as hard as I could. After I hit the wall my anger changed into sadness. I broke down, tears rolled over my face. I felt weak, I never really cried... only about Leah. I realized she was the reason of my joy and sadness, but my depression was caused because of so much more.

I moved my back over the door as I now sat down on the ground. I moved my head into my arms. I wiped my tears away as I was now looking at the ceiling. I felt weak, like I could break down any moment again from now on. I stood up as I had to get myself back together.

I unlocked the door and walked towards the mirror. I looked at myself. I seemed weak, sad and filled with fear. I'm officially done, I want to leave this pain. I felt if there was anything inside my pockets. There was nothing in it. I must have left everything in my room, well it's Leah's room now. My stuff was still in that room, I hadn't had time to bring it to my car. I had to go back.

I left the bathroom and walked towards Leah's room. I walked as fast as I could. I reached the room and walked in. 'Hey you're back, that's fast.' Louis said. I ignored it and looked through my stuff. I couldn't find anything to stop this feeling. 'Harry are you okay? Louis asked. I kept ignoring him. I searched further but I still couldn't find anything. 'Are you now ignoring me? What's wrong Harry?!' Louis now yelled at me. He stood up and walked towards me. I felt his hand reaching my shoulder. 'Harry tell me, what's wrong?' He asked once again in a mad tone.

I finally found a key. Louis moved my body so I was now looking at him. 'Harry what's in your hands' he asked me. 'Nothing.' I answered. He opened my hand as he saw the key.

'Harry did you want to commit suicide?' He asked.

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