Stay [L.S]

Chapter 3

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Louis whimpered, hating how his mind had suddenly wandered off to something that happened a year ago, that was the last day Louis had felt genuine happiness, he would never want to relive that moment ever in his life.

He was now sitting on the couch, waiting for Harry to come back with the dinner he promised in his and Harry's apartment, as his thoughts threatened to consume him, they were always the worst whenever he's alone.

He stared down at his illuminated phone screen, those tweets haunting it's way into his mind.

"Kill yourself !"

"Why are you even in the band? You're such a joke !"

"Do us all a favor and kill yourself fag !"

"You're worthless, that's why nobody likes you ha !"

Louis choked back a sob, his self-hatred growing as the voices in his head grew louder. Sure, he got hates all the time but tonight, it was hitting him the hardest.

He read the tweets over and over again, as they start to get etched in his mind. All of them were true, every single word of it, a few tears rolled down Louis' cheek as he hastily wiped them away.

"Cut yourself, you know you want it," a sinister voice said, barely audible as Louis shook his head ignoring the voice. He continued scrolling down, his vision bluring each passing second as he found more and more hate tweets, but something out of them caught his eye as he inhaled sharply.

There was a tweet with the caption "Harry Styles found entering Kendall Jenner's apartment, two was seen very intimately together earlier on" attached with a picture of Harry holding Kendall's waist tightly as they both entered a buliding, which Louis could identify anywhere, it was Kendall's apartment.

Louis felt his heart getting tore apart, wasn't Harry suppose to be getting dinner for him? Why the fuck is he with Kendall? Tears streamed down Louis' tan cheeks, trickling down as they dripped onto Louis' arms.

He had never felt more betrayed, hurt and angry in his life, and those were a understatement to what he was feeling.

It was obvious Harry had chose Kendall over him, breaking his promises to Louis over and over again for her, him a best friend for three years and Kendall simply a "girlfriend" for a month or so and yet Harry had chose Kendall over him.

Louis hurled his phone across the room, and it smashed on to the wall decorated with the band's pictures. An audible crack was heard from the phone and Louis felt slighty satisfied with himself, he wanted to scream, to break everything in sight, and to kill someone.

"Look, Harry doesn't like you ha ha," the voice mocked, Louis shook his head wildly, as he balled up his fists tightly, knuckles turning white from the tight gripping, willing himself not to listen to the voices in his head as they got clearer, not as muffled as before.

"Cut yourself, cut yourself, cut yourself" the voices chanted, getting louder and more excited.

"No, fucking leave me alone!" Louis yelled, covering his ears trying to block out the voices, as he sobbed brokenly, all the hurt and pain coming out of his body through the never-ending flow of tears, his body trembled, "You will feel better after cutting, trust me" the voice cooed sweetly, Louis nodded, giving in to the voices in his head as he went into his bathroom, bolting it shut behind him.

Louis quickly searched for the razor blade, his only true friend for months now. His hands trembled with adrenline, as he took out the metal blade from the black bag he kept well hidden in the drawer.

"Do it, nobody cares" the voices were getting impatient now, Louis trembled, bringing the metal blade to his already sacred wrist as he slashed a few times, watching as the crimson blood flow out from the multiple fresh cuts.

Louis felt like dying and he knew that he deserve this pain, beacuse he was worthless, just a waste of space in this world as he cut again, this time deeper.

He knew even if he had cut deeper and died right there, nobody would care, the boys wouldn't, his family wouldn't and of course Harry wouldn't. Louis felt light headed and so dizzy, knowing he had gone overboard this time, he stopped.

His wrists looked like a disheveled mess, using his last ounce of strength, Louis runned his wrists under the tap, he didn't have any energy left in him, it stings like hell but he only watched numbly as the blood slowly turned pale pink running down into the drain.

He bandaged them up, deciding to wear Harry's purple wills hoodie, which was overly big for him, running all the way down to his thighs but was perfect to cover up his bandaged wrists.

The hoodie smelled just like Harry and that was enough for Louis, as he quietly cried himself to sleep, never feeling more alone, broken and in pain as he slowly drifted off to sleep. He heard the faint sound of the front door opening before darkness overtook him.

A/N ;

I nearly cried, my poor Louis :( It took me quite sometime writing this chapter so I hoped you enjoyed it :)