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17# Another boy finds out you self harm

Warning: It may be triggering.

Louis (Age 15) Your POV: Everyone bullies me and no one loves me. Well, except for my family. But now Louis even hates me. At least I think he does. Anyways, we used to be best friends. And now, he is so distant. Everyone bullies me for my weight, so I stopped eating. No one noticed. And then I started to cut myself some time ago. No one has noticed too.

I was sitting in the bathroom, making some new cuts and looking at my thin body.

"This is my life now." I said a bit loudly.

I didn't know anyone heard me until someone came to the bathroom.

"Oh my god, Y/N, what are you doing to yourself?" A voice asked.

"Shaving." I said.

"It doesn't look like it. Give me the razor." Zayn said. "And why are you so thin?"

"I'm not thin, I am fat." I said.

I explained everything.

"First of all, Louis loves you. He is very busy but I'm sure he loves you. And you are very underweight. We need to help you with this. And we will help you." Zayn explained.

"It's true. I love you very much." A sad voice said.

Louis hugged me.

A few hours later.

I had a real meal. And Louis watched me eat it.

And now, I have no time alone.

Harry (Age 17): Your POV: I was almost in college. So no bullying and hate anymore. But it is a small chance I will get into a good college because I look down on myself (Very true). And Harry is much help. He is not helping at all.

So, I started to hurt myself everywhere. My legs, arms, and stomach.

Harry never noticed because he doesn't care about me.

And he got famous and the rest is history.

I wish he was a better brother.

He would be better off without me. I am just there to ruin everything.

I said that kind of out loud and well, Niall was outside of the door.

"That isn't true." Niall said. "We will not be better off without you, and you don't ruin anything."

I just wanted him to leave.

"Niall, please leave." I said.

"I am not going to leave. Why do you think that way?" He asked me and sat beside me.

"It is because that it is true." I said.

"No, it isn't. And Harry loves you." He said.

"No, he doesn't." I said.

And he told me that he loves me, until I believe it myself.

This is a short one. What should I do next?