Cufflinks and Quiffed Hair // L.S.

*6*

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TW: Self-harm.

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*Harry's POV*

Nothing is great. I feel like I'm barely living. Without my company, I'm nothing. Sure, I have money. But what I had built with my own sweat and blood was now all gone. It's been two weeks since that, and ever since, I don't know why I'm not the same.

Being smart, I was being stupid. Can't count the number of times I've cut in the past two weeks. But it's always Gemma, Niall or Zayn who catch me doing it and I'm stopped. I can't find a single thing that I can use for doing it; they've removed all the sharp items from my reach.

Ashton has been buying bandages and stuff for my wounds, which are not only on my wrists, but also on my ankles and legs. I've tried my best not to let them know when I do it, but nobody lets me spend more than two minutes alone.

Depression, an old feeling which had disappeared for a period of four years, was now making a comeback. I think I honestly never realized how much I loved and needed my company, until now.

Zayn told me in the past week that he was Louis' personal assistant. At first, I thought maybe even Louis would come visit me, but I think once a rival, always a rival. I never really understood why Zayn would want to be so kind towards me, I thought it was a plan. But when I heard he had taken a week off work for me, I was overwhelmed.

He's been spending a lot of time with me, doesn't even go for dates with his girlfriend nowadays. He's a really nice guy. He's like my therapist, who told me his sister is one so he knew what he had to do to make me feel better. Though I knew nothing could make me feel better, I just smiled and thanked him for all that he is doing for me.

Gigi cooks me all my favourite dishes, but honestly, I've kinda also lost my appetite. All I can think about is my office, my leather chair, my cabin, my coffee-maker...All those things I miss, but might never get back in their original places.

Upon Zayn's suggestion, I found myself investing my time in music during this depressing time. Gemma always told me I'm a great singer, and I think maybe I'm a fair singer. I'm learning the guitar through YouTube videos, but my arms start burning midway because of my deep cuts, making me stop.

Louis hadn't called me over the weeks, which was a good thing, because I thought he would call and annoy me, the way I would every time I accepted a business deal he hadn't.

Maybe he was a human being after all, but my opinion about him will forever stay static:

He was a dick, is a dick and will always be a dick no matter what.

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*Gigi's POV*

"Gigi, could you ask Zayn?" Gemma asked me.

"Ask him what?" I was confused.

Gemma turned to face me and she looked at me with pleading eyes. She said, "Could y-you ask Zayn to talk to L-Louis? About giving H a j-job? Please."

I looked at her with wide eyes. Could I do that? Well, I could. But should I?

"Gemma, should I talk to him about that? I mean...I can talk to him about that but do you think Louis would listen to what Z says?" I asked, I was really thoughtful.

"Well, we can try, can't we?" Gemma asked, softly.

"I think I'll talk to Zayn, Gem." I said because what I'd known of Zayn while staying with him all these days, he's a great listener and understands things easily.