Larry One Shots

You Found Me

{warning: contains self-harm}

Harrys POV:
I screamed. I just sat here, screaming. I wish I could just scream eternally.

I walked over to the drawer and grabbed the silver blade that I hide.

I hide it because I could never let anyone, especially not Louis, find out about it.

I had been clean for almost a year now when today, I finally broke down again.

~Flashback~
Louis and I were out for Lunch. We didn't really think it through so we were surrounded by multiple people until we entered the restaurant.

I guess people thought we were on a "date" since all the rumours were going around again about 'Larry Stylinson', so they called us some not-nice names like a fag, idiot, waste of life, and many more. Louis got pissed so we got up to leave when this last boy said to us "Oh look everyone! The gay Louis and his little boyfriend Harry. Harry you are such a gay faggot. Go kill yourself and do everyone a favour?" Louis then punched the boy in the face and stomped back into the car while we drove home.

I wish I was like Louis. Louis could take hate and move on with his life but I couldn't. The names got to me. They brought back the past to when I was bullied for coming out as bisexual. Those were the worst years of my life and also the reason I started cutting. Nobody knows about my past, not even Louis. I suppose that's why no one could ever believe that I cut.

When we home, Louis said he forgot to pick up some groceries on the way home so he went to the store, leaving me alone.
~Flashback over~

I couldn't take any of that hate, so here I am now.

I slid the blade across my wrist for every name I had been called.

Fag. One cut.

Whore. Another cut.

Waste of life. Next cut.

Told to kill myself. One last cut.

I felt dizzy from all the blood I was losing so I dropped to blade and let the blood flow out of me, all over my clothing.

I just sat there helplessly, crying and screaming. Wishing that the pain would all go away..

Louis' POV:
"Harry I'm home!" I called from the front door.

No response.

I knew Harry had a really rough day today at the restaurant today. A bunch of bitches calling him and I names. I can't believe some people theses days.

I dropped the groceries in the kitchen and searched for Harry.

"Harry?" I called out.

"Haz?" I called one more time.

I still didn't get a response so I headed upstairs. He would probably be sleeping or something.

When I reached the door, I heard muffled sobs coming from the bathroom. I knew the only other person in this house was Harry. And I knew who the person in that bathroom was..

I turned the door knob (which was fortunately unlocked) and headed inside.

When I saw what Harry was doing inside, I froze. I couldn't believe any of it. My Harry. The strong one who never let any hate get to him. The one who always seemed to have his head up high. I was wrong. Harry had broken down. Society broke him..

And I was oblivious to all of it.

Harrys POV:

"Harry!" Louis yelled.

I whipped my head around to see Louis standing at the doorway with his mouth hanging open.

I was caught.

I looked around the bathroom and saw blood everywhere, the blade thrown across the bathroom, and me, sitting here like a mess.

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say.

"Harry." Louis repeated in a whispering tone.

I just looked at him. His eyes looked like crystals. I knew tears had sprung into them and I caused them. Can't I do anything right?

"L-louis I c-ca-"

"Why Harry?" Louis said.

"You never let any hate get to you? What happened? How could you hurt yourself like this? How could you not tell me?"

I just sat there, looking down at my blood-stained shirt.

"Louis.."

Louis walked over to me and picked me up without saying a word.

He walked me out of the room and told me to go take a shower in the downstairs washroom.

Without arguing, I turned around and did as he said.

Louis' POV:
How could I not see that Harry was breaking right in front of my eyes?

I was supposed to be his bestfriend who would always be here for him..and I failed him.

I cleaned up all the blood and flushed the blade down the toilet.

I sat down on the bed waiting for Harry.

Suddenly, I heard the door open and saw a wet-haired Harry standing there.

I looked down at his wrist to see 4 faded cuts.

"I'm sorry Louis.."

"No. I'm sorry Harry. I didn't see it. I thought you were fine but I was wrong. If only I had been smart enough to realize what was going on..I could've stopped this. I could've prevented all of this.." I replied.

He just stood there. Tears streaming down his face.

"No Louis. Don't blame this on yourself. I'm the one who did it. You always tried to comfort me when we got hate and I've kept going because of you. You've done everything I could've asked for. More actually.."

"Then why?" I asked.

He stared at me but then told me about his past. Everything from the bullying to the cutting and the hate. Tears formed in my eyes as I sat there listening to all the pain my Hazza had to go through.

I pulled him towards me and hugged him. Hugged him tighter then I ever have before.

"Harry. You're better then them. I love you okay? Please never hurt yourself again. Promise me that."

"I love you too Boo. And I promise."

A/N NOTE:
IM CRYING. SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I DIDNT FEEL LIKE MAKING IT INTO SEPARATE PARTS. LOVE YOU ALL ~ariana