Saturday » 10:09 am
Harry woke up with a horrid headache, he has absolutely no clue what the happened last night or anything, it was all a complete blur. The only thing he knows is that Zayn went home last night.
And he's alone again.
"Shit." He groaned, Harry picked up his phone and decided to give it once last try. Even though his phone is on 10% he's going to.use that last bit of juice to contact Luke.
First ring
Second ring
Third ring
Four-
"Luke speaking." Harry gasped silently and looked at his phone screen, counting the seconds going by as he's on the phone, "hello?"
"Luke?" Harry's voice cracked a little.
"What the fuck. I thought I blocked you."
"Please, Luke..please come over. I'm losing it." Harry pleaded, getting off the bed and walking over to his cabinet, searching for the ibuprofen.
"Nothings new." Luke sighed, Harry could hear clanking and shifting on the other line, Luke probably was filling out paperwork or studying.
"Luke.." Harry whimpered, "My arms and my wrists feel numb..I can't feel anything and these cuts are..they're noticeable..I'm hurt. I don't like me. I don't like this.."
"You're cutting yourself? Harry wha- stop! Just stop! What the fuck!? What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Luke sounded surprised and worried, he sounded hurt
"I don't want to be here anymore, my fucking head hurts and.." Harry stopped talking, he realized breathing and the background noises on the other line stopped, his phone died on him and now he's once again in his feelings.
He took two pills and swallowed them down with water, he shook his head and sighed.
He covered his mouth and turned to the toilet, opening the lid and throwing up his fluids from the night before.
He sat at the toilet, crying as he threw up, it felt like he was going to throw up his own lung. It left a horrible aftertaste in his mouth and he wanted to wash it away quickly.
He walked out to the living room and looked at the wide window. He wiped his mouth slowly as he walked towards the large glass window.
He opened it and gasped at the large gush of wind hitting his face. He felt cool and sort of refreshing, he opened it wider and stepped on the ledge, holding on to both sides as his eyes closed.
He wanted to let go so bad.
He wanted to fall down, feeling weightless as he plumaged to the street, it would be quick.
At this time he started to think about Louis and everything they've done together. How much he misses him, he's not coming back though, his dreams are just black holes. No sign of Louis.
'Soon..' he heard a small voice whisper as a gush of wind swept past his face.
He started to lose his grip until he felt two hands wrap around his stomach. He sighed and titled his head down, eyes still closed. He didn't even hear the boy run in.
