Always Hurting (One Direction Story)

Damaged

WARNING: Self harm and suicide references

Harry's POV

The day after the interview, I was in my room getting ready to go shopping with Liam. I was almost ready when he walked in and glared at me angrily.

"Um, can I help you?" I asked awkwardly. I wonder if I've done something to make him mad.

"Show me your wrists," he told me.

"Why?"

"Niall told me that you were doing something suspicious in the bathroom yesterday," he explained. "Your wrists were bleeding."

"Silly Niall," I faked a laugh. "He was just seeing things."

"Then prove it. Show me your wrists."

"Why should I? I haven't cut myself for days, there's nothing for you to see." But the truth was that last night I was so stressed out thinking about Louis, that I cut myself more than just a few times.

"Then show me!" He tried to grab my wrist but I quickly moved it away.

"But I haven't cut! I promised you I wouldn't, remember?"

"Then you have nothing to hide. So show me."

"Just go away!" I yelled, even though I knew he wasn't going to give up.

He tried to grab my wrist again, and this time he succeeded. He rolled up my sleeve and gasped. I cringed, waiting for him to start yelling at me.

But he didn't. Instead, a look of sadness appeared on his face. "Harry, you broke your promise."

"I'm sorry Liam, I really am," I said as I started to sob. "It's just Louis got a new boyfriend, or I thought he did, and I couldn't help it. And then last night I was thinking about him and I did it again!"

"Why didn't you tell me when you felt like cutting? I could have talked to you. I could have helped you. But instead you lied to me." He looked at me with disappointment.

"I didn't want to bother you," I looked at the ground. I couldn't handle seeing him sad and disappointed because of me.

"You never bother me. Ever." He inspected my wrist again. I felt nervous and uneasy as his eyes took in my dozens of scars and cuts. "This looks so much worse than it did the other night. How could you do this to yourself, Haz?"

I didn't answer. He pulled me into a hug and I cried into his shoulder.

All I could do was apologize over and over and hope he could forgive me for breaking my promise.

**

A few hours later, me and Liam were out shopping. Liam had told me that a day out of the house without Louis would help me feel better, but we would soon find out, he was wrong.

We were walking down the magazine aisle of the store when suddenly he stopped. He had a look of horror on his face.

"What is it?" I asked worriedly.

"Look!" He pointed to one of the magazines.

I looked at where he was pointing and gasped. On the cover of a celebrity gossip magazine, there was a picture of me, and my wrist covered in cuts, and a headline that said "Harry Styles: Cutter."

I stared at it in shock for a few seconds, then I angrily turned to Liam. "Did you tell somebody?"

"Of course not," he shook his head.

"Who the fuck did you tell?" I screamed.

"Nobody, Harry, calm down," he said, backing up a few steps.