After their huddle, the boys helped Harry back to bed, all of them climbing into the bed, Harry in the middle, with Liam slouched behind him, and Harry resting back on him. Zayn lies to his Left, Shawn to his right and Harry is in a good enough position for Niall to lay in between the boy's legs, holding on tightly to him. Harry doesn't mind, he wants to be surrounded by these four because it makes him feel better, but he also doesn't even wanna know what he'd be doing right now if they weren't in here. Especially since his Wrists start to itch so bad it burns, only one thing can explain that feeling and it scares him to death.
He hasn't picked up a blade since the day Louis found out about it when he was only 17, sitting in his bathroom, the door wide open because his bedroom door was closed and he wasn't expecting anyone so he didn't pay any mind. That day, he was into his third slice on his lower wrist when his bedroom door swung open, revealing an energetic Louis, Anne having let the older boy in the house. When Harry panicked and tried to hide it the best he could, Louis found him and saw blood.
The look on his face was the reason Harry stopped, why he hasn't picked up a blade since, that, and because Louis broke down that day, pleading on his knees to know the reasons. He pleaded to know every single reason Harry made a cut, what was behind every scar, he cried as he cleaned Harry up and held him all night that night, being too scared to even shut his eyes. For weeks after, he would keep a close eye on Harry, making him promise that if he felt like doing it again to come and talk to him, he told Harry he'd soothe the pain and burning sensation.
For years, that's exactly what he did and even after Louis passed, he was too scared to pick another one up because what if Louis came back and found the scars? But now that Harry knows Louis isn't coming back, that sensation is stronger than ever and how was he supposed to talk to his mates about it without them thinking so lowly of him? Nobody understood him as much as Louis did and now he's gone so what is Harry supposed to do?
Harry starts to cry again, his body shaking from the middle of his friends, everyone touching him somewhere and being clingy as ever, especially after he scared them so badly. "Guys." He chokes out, earning everyone's full attention. "Talk me out of it... Please, talk me out of it."
"Talk you out of what bub?" Niall soothes, him having an arm under the boys back, the other under his chin on the boy's stomach, not wanting to hurt him with his boney chin.
"The burning sensation, talk me out of it. Please. Don't let me touch anything sharp, please." He sobs, one hand coming to the other wrist, itching it for some kind of satisfaction but it doesn't work.
Zayn gently grabs onto the left forearm, the one being scratched, Shawn grabbing the other. Zayn slowly moves the ribbon-like bracelets up a bit, immediately seeing a couple of scars that look years old but they were still scars. He frowns and lightly kisses the scars, cuddling closer as Shawn cuddles closer on the other side too. Niall's free hand start to rub slow circles on Harry's stomach to try and comfort him, Liam tightening his grip around the boy's shoulder and chest.
"Trust me, we won't. Thank you for saying something before it's too late Haz," Liam whispers, obviously everyone in the room hearing it.
"You're so strong Harry. We're proud of you," Niall smiles.
"I hope you know we're keeping a good eye on you now right?" Shawn lightly smiles, only half joking, there was no way he was letting this boy not be watched now. He needs their help so that's what he's getting.
"Come to one of us when you feel like doing it again, we'll watch over you Harry," Zayn says genuinely, "we can't lose you too."
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Can't Let Him Go||L.S.
FanfictionWhere Louis unexpectedly passes from an accident on his way home and Harry can't let go... He just can't let him go and doesn't want to, he just knows he'll see him again, maybe even soon.
