Louis' POV:
I watch the boy that my heart is set on cry and leave my grasp so quickly. I can't forgive myself for what I've done and he does have a right to think that way of me.
I chase him down my driveway and I watch him run off into the starry night ahead of me.
I need to find him. I constantly think to myself as dart inside to get the keys to my car. As I look around for them I glance at the vase on my kitchen table filled with red roses. The roses were a gift for my mother for her birthday.
Roses... Harry.
I take one single rose from the vase and I search for my keys again. I rush around my house like a maniac for a few minutes looking for my keys.
I take out my phone and look at my texts and decide that I should text Harry again to see if he's alright.
Me: Hey Harry. You alright? I saw you get beaten up today?
I subtly add the end part so he doesn't get suspicious of me.
My face lights up seeing the "..." but it drops when I read it.
Harry<3: Okay I want you to stop it!! You always see everything like a stalker!! You barley ever help and you won't even tell me your name!! CAN YOU PLEASE STOP OR I WILL CALL THE POLICE!!
Harry... What did I do to you? I made you this way... I'm so sorry.
I text him that I'm sorry and that I won't text him anymore. And I meant it. He hates me in text form and in real life. I fucked up and I don't think I could ever get my Harry back. No, He was never mine and he'll never will be.
But that doesn't change my mind. I need to find him. I go inside my music room and I find the keys next to the piano bench and a sweat jacket that is unfamiliar to me. Is it Harry's?
I scoop up the keys and the jacket with no time to think and I exit my house in a scurry.
I hop into my car, slam the door and step on the pedal. Harry! I hope you're alright! I worry as my eyebrows scrunch.
I drive around block after block until it is around eight o'clock at night and I am parked across an elementary school. Where is Harry? Is he home with his family?
As I turn my car around and drive down a block to see a very familiar abandoned park on the side of a vacant street. I go to this park whenever I'm in a shitty mood or when I just want to get away from the world. It's a place where I can relax because it's so quiet and placid.
I park my car down the block and I walk straight towards serenity. I brought the rose with me because it made me think of Harry and I wanted him with me at the moment.
It begins to pour and I pull up my hood. I hope harry isn't in this mess.
As I get closer and closer to the tiny park, I see a figure on the swings. Is it... Is it Harry? I rub my eyes as I continue to walk closer to the curly lad.
"Harry?" I ask in a normal tone as if my eyes were deceiving me. But as I got closer I just knew that this boy on the swings was sweet little Harry.
"Harry?!" I squeaked as I run closer keeping the rose behind my back.
He doesn't move and he seems to be doing something. I get closer and closer to him and I see him digging a pocket knife into his beautiful little wrists.
My eyes water and I begin to choke on my tears.
"Don't do this Harry!" I tell but I'm interrupted by the pitter-patter of the rain dropping to our very feet.
He finally gets up and turns around and I am blown away by the sight in front of me. He's in tears and his wrist is full of blood.
"W-hat do you want L-Louis?" He hisses at me as a piece of my heart breaks. I hate seeing him so upset.
"Don't do this. I'm sorry I hurt you... I-I don't think I could ever forgive myself. But I like you so much Harry. And you are one of the most attractive people I have ever met in my life. I don't care if you don't believe me. But I like you." I confess as I take a few steps closer towards him.
"Harry." I whisper as a wave of confusion crosses his face. Did he hear me or did the rain interject? I don't give a shit. I want him to know how much I adore him.
"Harry..." I moan as I stare at his luscious pink lips and take the rose out from behind my back.
"A rose for my angel"
I whisper to the boy as his eyes open wide and he comes so close that we share the same air. His trembling fingers tie into mine around the rose as he exchanges looks at the rose and at me.
"Y-you don.. You don't mean it do you?" He questions as he stares into my eyes with our hands still interlocked. His touch is so warm. So welcoming.
"How could I not? I want you to know the truth Harry." I softly explain to the shivering lad as I take my eyes off him and onto his arm.
"We need to take you to the hospital or something you're loosing a lot of blood Harry."
I worriedly say to him as I take off my jacket and hand it to him.
He takes it and puts it on without hesitation. I pick him up again for the fifth time this week and he doesn't have anything to say about it. He stares at my body and his face turns a dark color.
His eyes become heavy and suddenly close and even though I think he looks so goddamn cute sleeping, it makes me rush because I'm am seriously worried about his health.
I turn on my car and begin to go 30 mph over the speed limit. I was going to go to the hospital but my mother is a doctor/nurse so she would know what to do.
I rush home, park the car, and take Harry into my arms. I sprint into my house and scream at the top of my lungs.
"MUM COME DOWN HERE!!! I NEED YOU TO HELP ME!! I DONT KNOW WHATS WRONG WITH HIM!!"
I place Harry on the sofa and I turn around to see my mother right by my side.
"Who is this- wait? Harry? Oh my goodness!! What happened to his arm?" She asked me with a sorrowful expression plastered on her face.
"H-he cuts himself. And it's all because of me." I sob putting my hands up to my face covering up my tears.
My mum gives me a sympathetic smile and a hug because she rarely ever sees me cry. She kneels beside me and takes off the white but now red stained jacket I gave him. His sweater is rolled up to his elbow and my mom examines the damage on his right wrist.
"He was close to cutting a vein but the bleeding isn't stopping. He's losing a lot of blood Lou." She calmly explains in an alert way.
"What do we do?" I ask wiping the tears away.
"I have some gauges and band aids upstairs can you bring them down? He's going to be fine."
I nod quickly and fly up the stairs hating myself for being the cause of this.
I run into the bathroom, take the bandages out from the cabinet and dart down the stairs.
I hand my mum the bandages and by instincts I place two fingers under his sharp jaw to check his pulse.
Through my peripheral vision, I could see my mother smile and I turn around quickly.
"I know you like him Louis."
