When Blue Eyes Met Green - Larry Stylinson [AU]

chapter 2.

Word Count: 2592

A/N: I apologize in advance for the unacceptable wait for this chapter. This was supposed to be longer but I figured I have kept you guys waiting for far too long.

I also decided to make this story third person, I feel like it is a better format. Hopefully this won't confuse anyone.

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(This is unedited.)

Louis remained dumbfounded throughout the rest of the session, the teens, however, were used to this sort of behavior from Harry. In fact, they were so used to it they didn't really classify it as odd anymore.

When Harry first joined the group therapy session he was literally dragged in the room with bloodshot eyes and his hair messed up from him tugging on the delicate strands aggressively. His mother apologized for his behavior on her behalf saying that he'll warm up to everyone in no time, it is obvious that he never did.

Saying that Harry has ever had a conversation with anyone other than Dr. Perez is a lie, the lad rarely spoke. Sometimes when all the teenagers had their belongings all gathered up and were ready to exit the spacious room, they often noticed Dr. Perez sitting cross legged across from Harry's position on the soft rug, the teens sometimes even turned their heads to catch a glimpse of Harry's lips moving or any sort of communication coming from the lad, instead they only see Harry's eyes concentrated on Dr. Perez and an occasional nod.

Louis, however, wasn't used to Harry's behavior, but in a weird way he wasn't utterly creeped out by it. He was expecting it. He was expecting at least one of the teens in the room to have spontaneous breakdowns. He was also expecting most of the teens to have layers of walls securely structured around their hearts. He just wasn't fond of the idea that Harry, the beautiful and broken boy that was sitting next to him just a couple of minutes ago, fitted perfectly into those expectations.

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Louis arrived at his house after walking four miles in the cold winter air, he climbed up the creaky wooden stairs and proceeded to enter his room to throw his attire into the clothes filled hamper.

After changing into his soft pajamas Louis dived into his bed, snuggling up the the pillows that were spread all over his fluffy mattress. Louis was tired. Both mentally and physically tired. Tired of the same routine everyday, tired of what his father expected of him, tired of the people around him and tired of what the people around him made him out to be.

Louis closed his eyes with hope of drifting off into a peaceful sleep, he never wanted to wake up, he never wanted to take not even a tiny glimpse of this dried and salted world that makes him feel more pain than the cuts that his razor scratches into his skin. Louis just wanted to disappear, to not be part of the worlds wide population. There are 7 billion people in this world, if one disappears the change would be insignificant.

"Fuck, why can't I just disappear? Just fucking disappear?" He asked to absolutely no one. Louis felt his chest tightening and his heart beating fast, vigorously, almost with rage. Absentmindedly Louis found himself scratching at his wrist, trying to peal the new skin gathering on top of his wound and re-open them. The feeling of him physically hurting himself doesn't bring tears to his eyes as it did in the beginning. That is how far gone he is. Far gone to the point of no return.

After minutes of scratching one particular scar, he felt the thick liquid ooze from the re-opened cut. The blood ran down his arm, soft as silk and almost caressing his skin in a way. Louis sighed in content.