Louis (age 16) Please, if this triggers you, DON'T READ.
It was all too much. The hate you get daily, threats to kill you, all the comments on Twitter and Instagram saying 'slut' or 'whore' or 'kill yourself, bi+ch' got to you. Your boyfriend had hit you again, And the bullying at your school just got worse and worse each day.
You had finally gotten home from a terrible day of school. You passed Louis and Harry in the sitting area laughing about their latest interview. They didn't even notice you.
You checked your Twitter when you got upstairs. Bad idea. One fan especially was commenting terrible things on every tweet you had posted.
You collapse on the bed, crying. You throw your backpack on the floor harshly, and run to the bathroom in your room.
Pulling your blade out of the back of the cupboard, you sink to the floor. You pull up your sleeves, revealing pink and white scars. You had been clean for three weeks.
Had been.
Slowly, you press the blade into your arm and pull it back towards you, making a long, deep cut. You do that two more times on that wrist, then, you do it to the other. 6 long, deep cuts, blood pouring out of each one.You start to feel a bit dizzy, but you don't care. You quickly slash your wrists, not leaving deep cuts, but there will definitely be scars for a few months. You etch 'not good enough' into your upper thigh. It makes you feel alive.
You reach for your depression medicine, blade still in hand. You feel even dizzier, and wonder if this is what dying feels like. You're pulled out of your own world when Harry walks into the bathroom. You quickly pull down your shorts.
"Oh my god! Sh¡t I'm super sorry Y/N, Louis said this bathroom would be em..."
He stops talking and suddenly dives at you. He grabs the blade from your hand and throws it at the toilet.
Harry being strong, he lifts you up bridal style and carries you over to the counter, setting you down, leaning you against the wall for support.
Quickly he finds gauze in a first aide kid and starts to wrap it around your wrist to stop the blood flow. Harry wraps both wrists quickly before he says anything else.
"Y/n, I'm gonna look at the ones on your thigh, okay?" He whispers, and you nod, letting a tear slip down your face.
"Please don't cry, y/n. It's okay, I'm here now." He says, flicking the tear away. He wraps you in a tight hug. You let yourself cry into Harry's chest, and he rubs your back. He notices the blood running down your leg, and pulls up your shorts.
"Oh, love..." Harry starts quietly, and looks at the gauze.
"I'm really sor.." Harry cuts you off.
"You are good enough, love. You're more than good enough." he says, looking at your leg, tears welling up in his eyes. You were like a little sister to him, he couldn't bear seeing you this broken.
"Y/n, I can't cover this with..."
"Oy, Harry, did you fall in?" Louis laughs at his joke, you hear him at your door.
"He can't see me like this!" You whisper in to Harry's ear, and he shakes his head.
"Are you gonna tell him?" Harry asks, and you shake your head no.
"Alright, I will then." He says quietly.
"Harry, no! He can't find out he can't!" You whisper yell, but Harry shrugs, walking out of the room.
"Lou, I need to tell you something important and I need you to stay calm. I just ran into y/n in the bathroom and..."
"HARRY!" You scream, cutting him off.
"Louis, I walked in on Y/n, I don't know how to say this, self harming"
"Y/n, baby girl, please come out here" you hear the sadness edging every word coming out of louis' mouth. You can almost imagine his blue eyes filling with tears.
Stepping out from behind the bathroom door, Louis eyes your bandaged wrists, the blood running down your leg, and the tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
"I'm going to go home" Harry says to both of you and turns to Louis.
"Call me if you need anything boobear."
Harry turns to face you and envelops you in a hug "the same goes for you, miniboo" he whispers and walks out the door.
"Why? Why why why baby girl why?" He says quietly, opening his arms for you. For once you let yourself cry in front of your big brother and let him envelop you in a hug.
"Y/n we're going to get through this together, I promise. And whatever it takes, even begging the boys to record here. I will be there the entire time and I swear we will get through this"
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