Trying to be Superman

Chapter 2

**Harry's POV**

Louis was always the one there to cheer us up. Was. But now he needed us. 

I would go to Louis' house and find him curled up on the couch crying, or looking at old photos of them. It hurt me to see him this way. He meant so much to me, he was like a brother!

I walked in the front door calling out. 

"Hey Tommo," There was no answer. I walked into the living room, empty. "Lou!" I called, still nothing. I ran upstairs, he wasn't in his room. "LOUIS!" I screamed, frantic. I heard a muffled noise from the bathroom and rushed over. Locked. "Damn it," I muttered, pushing against the door. "Louis! Let me in!" I growled, shoving harder put to no avail. I stepped back and ran, smashing the lock on the door, and it swung open. 

What I saw I will never forget. Louis was cowering on the floor, his face red from crying. There was blood all over his arms and the floor, it took me a moment to notice the razor in his hand. I lunged in, surprising him and grabbed it. I threw it into the toilet and flushed. This happened in a matter of seconds but I felt like time was going so slowly. Like I couldn't move fast enough to get it away from him. I leaned down and picked up a rag, getting it wet. I gently cleaned the blood off him and the floor. I pulled him up so that he was standing. His shirt had blood on it, and it would need to be washed so I just pulled it up over his head. I tossed it into a pile with the bloody rag, and guided him out of the bathroom and into his room, laying him down in bed. 

"I'll be right back. Stay here," I said softly, then I walked back to the bathroom picking up the rag and his shirt. As I walked downstairs to put them into the washer I realized something. I loved Louis. Not like a brother but more. The reason no other girl was ever right for me was because I loved him. And only him. But I knew he would never like me in that way, so I decided right then and there to not ruin our friendship. I tossed the stuff into the washer and pushed some buttons. hoping it would work then I hurried back up to find Louis, still in bed, lying there, asleep.