Request made by MusicMadne55! Thanks so much for requesting! Hope you like it! I just changed a few things to go with the story so I hope it's okay :)
"Hey, Louis? Will you help me reach that cup up there?" Liam asked Louis.
"No I can't. I have to help Harry." Louis shrugged. Liam slumped. He went over to where Niall stood in the kitchen.
"Niall? Will you help me reach that cup up there?" He asked, pointing to a cup in the top cupboard.
"Sorry. Can't. I'm making some food for Harry," he answered, putting a piece of bread on top of a neatly made sandwich. "Maybe Zayn can help."
Liam sighed and headed up to Zayn's bedroom. He knocked on the door. "It's open."
Liam opened the door. "Hey, Zayn. I was wondering if you could help me get something from a high shelf? I'd do it but I don't want to hurt the baby."
"Can't. I'm painting a picture of Harry and what I'm inferencing his belly will look like in a while. Maybe Louis or Niall can help."
"I already talked to them. They can't do it. Please, Zayn?" He begged.
"You're a strong person, babe. I believe you can do it. Just reach up and grab the cup."
"But that'll hurt the baby," Liam cried. "C'mon please?"
"No. Busy. Sorry Liam."
"You're not sorry," Liam mumbled. He left the room, slamming the door after him.
Liam huffed and stomped off to his bedroom. He flopped down on the bed before crying.
He cried until his face was red and he had a headache. He sat up and wiped his tears. He looked up and noticed a new pack of razors he bought a few days earlier.
He felt as though those were the most helpful at this point. He grabbeded one of them and ran to one of the bathrooms. He shut the door behind him.
He sat on the floor and gave a quick inspection to the razor. "I'm sorry, baby," he said before putting it on his skin and moving it along his wrist.
He continued doing this until cuts lined his entire forearm. He tried to keep his tears from falling.
Then there was a knock at the door. "Anyone in there?"
"Y-yes," Liam whimpered, his voice scratchy and groggy from crying so much.
The door opened to reveal Louis. Liam clutched the razor in his right hand while trying to hide the cuts on his left arm. "Liam? What are you doing in here?"
"Nothing," he lied. "What do you want?"
"What's on your arm?" He asked. "And what's in your hand?"
"None of your business. And you won't care anyways."
"Yes I will. Let me see," Louis demanded. Liam refused. "Fine. You leave me no choice."
He grabbed Liam's arm, making him hiss in pain. He turned Liam's arm over to reveal the bleeding cuts. "Are you really cutting?"
"Yes."
"Liam, why?" He asked. "Can you put the razor down please?"
"No."
"Liam James Payne. Put the razor down."
"I don't want to." Louis reached over and snatched the razor in Liam's hand. The blades rubbed against Liam's hand, cutting it and making it bleed. "Ow! Why would you do that?!"
