In the slightly lit bathroom, he slit one more cut into his skin. His skin raw, his eyes tearful, his face flushed, his hands tremulous. He hovered over the sink, sobbing, looking into the mirror wondering what he did to deserve this. Tears covering his vision, he slowing started to look at the razor blade in his right hand. Blood covered it completely. He slowly turned his head to look at his left arm. Scars that had been re-opened so many times, they probably won't even heal this time.
A knock on the door made him jump. "Harry, you're on in five! Hurry it up!" His manager told him.
He quickly wiped his arm and bandaged it up. Harry opened the cabinet in the bathroom and put the blade in his special hiding spot. Nobody has caught him yet, and he'd like to keep it that way.
"I'm coming!" Harry shouted rushing out of the bathroom. When he got back stage, he huffed and puffed, wheezing for air.
"There you are," his band mate Louis said, "I was worried we lost you for a second."
Harry fake laughed as Louis put his arm around his shoulder. Chills went down Harry's spine. He really liked Louis. More than a friend. He never knew if Louis would ever feel the same. Louis was always getting girlfriends, always getting the attention from fans or paparazzi. Never once was Harry in the spotlight. The other band members, Niall, Liam, and Zayn, they were basically average celebrities. They weren't anything like Louis, and definitely nothing like Harry.
"You're on!" their manager yelled to them as all five of them started walking forward. There was this dull look in Harry's eye.
The moment they took the stage, all you could hear were screaming and crying fans in the audience. Nothing made him more happier than stepping out of that stage. But this night was different. He would start to sing anything, but would get this sharp pain in his stomach or his head.
Louis knew something was wrong, Harry had never looked this pale in his life. Whatever he was singing, he'd look at Harry and he'd just look so out of it, like it wasn't even him out there. They sang the last few words of their last song, he looked extremely ill and barely made it out of that concert alive. Literally.
The boys ran right off stage to their tour bus as fast as they could before getting attacked by teenage girls. Outside, the sky was dull and depressing. Clouds covered the entire sky and the moon was slightly lit. The doors leading to outside were just a few feet away from Harry. His eyes went blurry, his head was spinning, and his bones were weak. In front of Harry there was Liam, Zayn, and Niall that were all running faster than he ever could. Louis walked behind everyone because he didn't like running. Harry went from running, to jogging, to an even slower jog. Louis noticed how heavily Harry was breathing so he ran to catch up to him. He held onto his shoulders as he reach him. Harry slowly turned his head to the left where Louis was standing.
"Har? Are you alright?" Louis asked, he could feel him shaking.
Harry didn't want to burden Louis with his problems, so he answered him with, "couldn't be better, why?"
"You're breathing really heavily for someone who has only jogged," Louis told him.
"I have weak lungs," Harry spoke as it was hard for him to breath, hear, and see.
Louis nodded but he knew there was something deeper, "are you sure? Do you need to sit down or something?"
"No, no. I'm okay, don't worry," Harry replied.
All of a sudden, Harry shot his hand onto Louis' arm, placed his hand on his forehead, and bend down into a low squat at his knees. Louis bent down with him.
"Agh!" Harry grunted, "Lou-"
Harry fell backwards. His body had tightened up as fell onto his back. Before his head could have hit the floor, Louis' reflexes kicked in and caught his head right before it had it the floor.
