Larry one shots

Baby, don't cut

⚠TW⚠: Self-harm

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Harry was now sitting on the cold tile floor with a knife in his right hand and a closed fist on his left. He didn't feel loved anymore by anyone. He was always pushed away, pushed away from hangouts or what... his boyfriend Louis didn't know he was cutting. He would always crack a smile whenever Louis is facing him, but little do they know Harry cries himself to sleep every night without the comfort of his boyfriend or one of his bandmates. Right now in the bathroom, he's decided to cut already.

You're worthless.

Asshole.

A waste of time.

An ugly boyfriend.

You have an ugly voice.

You don't deserve to be in the band.

Those thoughts kept running through his head. All he ever wanted to do is die. He was just born to die. He cut one, for thinking he doesn't deserve to be in the band. Two for having an ugly voice, three for being an ugly boyfriend, four for being a waste of time, five for being an asshole, and six for being worthless. He rested his head on the bathroom wall, leaning a little bit to the side of being tired. He held on to the knife tightly not letting it go. The bathroom door swung open revealing a worried Louis.

"Baby...?" Louis said tears already forming in his eyes. Harry hid the knife behind him fast but failed when Louis kneeled down to look at his bruised arm. "I-is this why... you had to cancel watching the show with us? Is this why you go to the bathroom every single hour? Is this why you always wear a hoodie to cover them up? Harry why?! Why didn't you tell me?! I could have helped you... show me where the knife is..." Louis commanded as the curly-headed boy showed the knife behind his back. Louis grabbed the knife and put it on the counter. " Baby... why were you cutting?" Louis asks as tears leave his eyes, he held the bruised arm of the boy. "W-why...?" He asks again. "B-because I'm worthless! I'm a clumsy idiot! I always fail things... my voice always cracks every time I'm on stage, I sometimes even fall... I still don't know why you're still with an idiot for a year." Harry says tearing up. "Harry... you're not an idiot, I love you, Harry... you never fail to make me smile on dark days... Harry the whole band loves you, your parents love you. I love you so much that words can't explain it. you're my world, my happiness, the only person I run to every time I wanna cry or cuddle, Harry there is NO reason to cut. Everybody loves you. I love you more than anything... you're not pushed away, it's because we were planning a surprise for you. I mean I started planning the surprise and the boys joined in. Harry... I was gonna tell you... I'm pregnant..." Louis says as he sits down beside the curly-headed boy on the cold tile floor. "P-p-pregnant...?" Harry stutters. Looking at his boyfriend he loves so much. "Yes, and I'm gonna carry your child for 9 months, Harry... you're the father of this beautiful baby. you're the father he/she's gonna grow up with. Is there any reason to not be happy...?" Louis says tearing up. Silence filled the room, as Harry broke the silence. "I-I'm sorry..." That is all that Harry can say. "It's fine Hazza," Louis says. "Hazza?" Louis calls out for him. "Yeah...?" Harry says wiping his tears. "Baby, don't cut," Louis says putting their lips together after they pulled away Harry lifted Louis' sweatshirt. "I can't believe your mine baby." He says kissing his stomach and looking up at Louis smiling. They once again put their lips together and parted, now Harry promised himself to never cut again, he promised for the band, his boyfriend, and his baby.

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Author's Note: I hope you like this one, I know it was sad but it had a good ending. Please request some story ideas if you want to on the request page. Let me know what you think, please comment and vote if you want to - S💙💚 

(Word Count: 695)