Harry's POV
I was in my room, holding a silver razor blade in my hand, staring at the veins on my arm. Nothing was worth living for at this point. My mom was mostly out of the house and my boyfriend cheated on me. I always knew Louis was 'the one'. I thought he did, too. Turns out he didn't feel the same way I did.
I put down the razor blade and walked over to my stereo. Listening to music always helped me calm down. I wasn't in the calming down mood, I needed something depressing. I was flipping through my albums when I found the perfect one. The Idiot by Iggy Pop. It was one of my favorite albums. Ian Curtis, the lead singer of Joy Division, killed himself the night before they were supposed to embark on their American tour to this album. They had just gotten their big break, but Curtis hung himself while listening to it. I put it on my turntable and pressed play. I sat there contemplating for a while before I decided to do it. I grabbed the razor off my desk where I had put it before, and cranked up my stereo. When I was an inch into one of my arm veins, my door opened abruptly.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Oh shit.
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sidelines - larry stylinson
FanfictionHarry and Louis were a couple made for each other. Harry was a punk musician and Louis was the captain of the football team. Everyone thought they would last forever. They thought that, too, until something split them apart. Would they get back toge...
