I'm so sorry! I haven't updated in... A month? Idk! I'm so sorry! Please don't hate me! I promise to update everyday for then next week!! I SWEAR!!!!!
Louis POV-
I saw Zayn with Perrie once again and thought:
How can he not see how much I love him?
I slipped into my bathroom and silently sobbed, I started to choke for air as I grabbed the sleek, cold metal blade I desperately craved. I looked at it for a minute, twiddling it between my middle and index fingers along with my thumb. I slid the sharp edge along my wrist. This time was different: this time it was vertical.
The seconds it took to slice my wrist felt like hours. Like everything was going in slow motion. I started to dream about what my life could've been like without my eternal love for Zayn. I could've married my high school love, Eleanor, we could've lived happily ever after.
But then the door burst open and I heard sobs.
I started to dream of other things like if Zayn loved me: we could've gotten married, adopted children, loved them and move into a house in the country, Liam, Harry, and Niall and their wives living next door.
My eyes started drifting and my focus started blurring. The last thing I clearly saw was a dark arm with tattoos on it, before I had time to process who it was everything went black.
Nobody's POV-
Zayn walked into Louis bathroom and saw his arm cut open, bleeding covering the "Jolly" lad. Louis slipped out of consciousness as Zayn was barely able to scream "LIAMM" as he was sobbing so hard and was choking on his breath. Liam rush into the room as Zayn jumped on to Louis pulling him on to his lap. Liam gasped as he started to tear up yet was able to bandage the older mans wrist. He yelled for Harry, as the curly haired lad rushed in, Liam hid Louis and told Harry to get himself and Niall out of the flat. He agreed confused not knowing what was going on with his three friends.
Zayns POV-
I have never cried so hard. Louis Tomlinson, the man I love with All my heart had a slit in his wrist. Not horizontal, but vertical, deadly.
Suicidal.
I've always hated the word. Throughout high school, everyone called me that word as I used to cut, back when I talked to my parents, they called me a faggot, a disgrace, a waste of oxygen, I wanted to die.
But then I was put in One Direction. Meeting Louis made me feel alive, wanted special. Before I let his know about I feelings, I got a girlfriend to be sure he didn't suspect anything.
What I'm trying to say is: Don't Judge. Everybody's Story Is Different.
Sorry this is crappy! This will have part two and three! So, yeah, POOR LOUIS AND ZAYN!!!!
