The Last Attempt

5.

i was forcefully shoved into the back of a black van. "who the fuck do you think you are!" i screamed, trying to get the attention of the assholes that had just taken me away from the only person that made me happy. i was separated from the body guards and our manager, which was probably a good thing. if i were up there, i would try to strangle them and try my best to get away from them. the van came to a sudden stop and the back doors in front of me swung open. "okay, tomlinson, you'll be staying here until we can find a way for you to be separated from styles for good."

the two big men grabbed both of my arms and took me out of the van, almost tearing my arms off. i looked up at the house. it was pretty small and in the middle of nowhere. didn't look like i could communicate with here, not even my mum just to call and catch up. they let me go at the beginning of the stone walk that led to the door. i turned around and faced them, "okay listen you fuckers. what if i need to call my mum or one of the other boys just to catch up or visit with them? i can't be secluded from every fucking creature that walks this earth." "listen boy, there is one phone that has unlimited minutes on it. you may call your mum and your family and one of the boys. but, we wil be watching who you are in contact with. if we see harry's number anywhere in the list of recent contactors, we will come and disconnect everything, so you will be here alone without anyone. would you want that for yourself?"

right then and there, i wanted to rip his fucking head off. but, i kept myself from doing that so that i could still be in contact with my family and i also didn't want them to take me anywhere else. i took a deep breath before replying, "just fucking leave me alone." a chuckle came from one of the guards. "c'mon boys. let's leave this boy alone." they turned, walked back to van, and were gone in a few minutes.

so, i was alone. without anyone to make me smile or just anyone to talk to. the hardwood floors creaked with every step i took. i made my way to the kitchen area, just to make sure they weren't going to make me starve. this food is complete shit.. i said under my breath, searching even further through the kitchen. i walked into the living area and sat on the couch in front of the big flat screen tv. thoughts ran through my mind, is harry okay? what's going to happen to him? "shit." my foot stomped the ground, making a small picture frame fall to the ground. "i really hope the dick head isn't going to do anything to harry.." i rubbed my hands over my face, and then through my already messy hair. the last thing i would want is for anything to happen to harry. it was all my fault, i shouldn't have said yes to coming to see him. i shouldn't have fucking gone to town with him. "i'm such a piece of fucking shit." i got up and punched a near by wall, trying my best to let all my anger out. and i guess i didn't notice that it was a concrete wall. and then the pain hit me like a fucking train. my hand was turning a reddish tint, and blood was starting to drip from my knuckles. "i fucking hate myself!" my voice echoed through the empty house.

tears were filling my eyes as i made my way to the bathroom. i searched the entire bathroom for the one thing that i wanted, but i couldn't find anything. "it's a fooking bathroom, why don't they have a- here we are." i finally found what i wanted, what i felt that i needed. a razor blade.

harry's pov

i woke up on the floor, my head pounding and my side hurting like a bitch. i tried to stand up, but there was an instant, sharp pain in my stomach. my body was weak and almost entirely numb. only my arms were completely fine. i shifted my body over to my couch, to where i was leaning up against it. my first instinct was to call louis, but i knew that management would find out and come back and beat me up even more, or worse, do something to louis. so i left that alone. my mind went to the second person i cold call, and i always knew they would answer.

i took my phone out of my pocket, and dialed their number, hoping and praying for an answer. "hello?" "Gemma?" "Harry? What's wrong?" "i-i ne-ed your hel-p." my side was hurting so badly at this point, and it was becoming very difficult to breathe. "I'm on my way. where are you?" "m-y fl-flat." "okay. hang tight, do not move a single limb. i'l call and ambulance when i'm on my way." my phone fell out of my grip and dropped to the floor. breathing wasn't the easiest thing to do right now. it felt like i had completely lost my breath, like the first day i met louis.