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Louis' hands may have not been shaking, but Harry's were. "You can touch them, I guess." He took Harry's hand and carefully guided them to the scars.

It was almost as if everyone in the room held their breath as Harry lightly traced over the scars. "Oh my-fuck Louis. How can someone do this to them self?"

"I don't know." Niall whispered, shaking his head. "I honestly do not know."

Louis was crying even harder now, "Every single hate message I got, or terrible thought I had, it's all here. I had nobody to talk to, I had no shoulder to cry on, I had nothing to do so I took it out on me. I took it out on my skin and I took it out on my mind, and I just took it out on anything of mine that I had." He was rambling then, as he explained the whole thing,"and then I met you guys, an my panic attacks started lessening,I met you guys and, wow, I felt like living again." All of the boys were now just one big mess, tears running down their reddened cheeks. "Fun fact," Louis fave a weary chuckle, trying to lighten the situation. "I don't think I would be here today without it guys."