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Another day.
Another day without Louis in his dream
He can't take this pain, he can't stand the deadly silence.
He's so close to killing himself, he's already bleeding. Opening the cuts again and again until he's numb.
"Please.." he cried, biting his lip and rocking back and forth, "somebody help..."
Harry's in his bathroom with the lights off while Zayn's in the kitchen fixing nachos for them both. It was pretty awkward for the two when Zayn found Harry balled up in the corner, sobbing hysterically with scratches up his chest. He told Zayn to stay with him, to never leave him, but Zayn has to fly back to Redditch.
Harry locked himself in the bathroom and its been a proper five minutes since they last saw each other.
"Haz.." Zayn mumbled, knocking on the door softly, Harry pulled down his sleeves and stared blankly into the dark abyss that he adjusted to. He sniffled and looked up at the door, "Harry?"
"Its open.."Harry answered bluntly. The door soon opened and the small sunlight from his room leaked into his bathroom.
"Nachos are ready, you need to eat them. There's not going to be an option." Zayn ordered, leaning on the door knob and thank god he didn't turn on the light.
"Yes, father." Harry grumbled, softly hitting his shoulder against the wall. Zayn stood there for a small while before speaking.
"Clean yourself up and come on out to the den so we can watch this movie together." He said, leaving the bathroom with the door cracked, Harry sighed and closed his eyes.
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"Have you uh..have you heard from Luke?" Harry asked, mouth full of salsa covered nachos. Zayn looked up at Harry with a raised eyebrow.
"I just met him two days ago, do you really think I would have his number? Especially since i'm leaving tonight."
"Sorry..I thought you two would at least be in contact with each other since it was two on one the other day." Harry mumbled, Zayn sighed with an eye roll and sat his plate down on the table.
"Don't play a fucking victim on me, Harry. I'm not the one."
"Nobody's playing the victim." Harry shrugged, "it was a two on one, its honesty."
"Get a life." Zayn huffed.
"I don't want one." Harry mumbled, arms crossed.
"I really wish you'd stop talking like that!" Zayn shouted, banging his fist on the table making the glass fall and shatter on the ground, Harry looked at Zayn and clenched his jaw.
"What? Got something to say?" Zayn asked with raised eyebrows, Harry looked at him and shook his head.
"You make shitty nachos." Was all he said before grabbing his keys and walking out. Leaving Zayn in slight confusion.
Harry took the stairs with teary eyes and couldn't help to remember the last time he took the stairs.
The night he lost Louis.
Harry held onto the wall and gasped, trying to take deep breaths. He just can't stop thinking about it.
"Calm down.." he told himself, continuing to walk down the stairs.
Finally making it to the bottom, Harry walked out the glass doors and squinted his eyes at the brightness.
"I hate outside." Harry mumbled to himself before walking off to his car.
