Harry's POV-
After Louis left me to rot with a broken heart on the cold school grounds, all the imaginary voices that screamed inside my head became reality. Louis telling me that I'm not worth it, that I'm a gay idiot with a stupid crush on a guy who will never love me. That I won't be loved in my life. It was all too real. And it's haunting me.
The blood dripping from my broken nose. In the previous years, Louis has beaten me and made fun of me, but for a while he stopped or at least his insults didn't hurt me that much. Yet this, this was like tearing out my heart and breaking every little bone in my body. Louis showed so much hurt and emotion yet I don't even know what I've done to him.
But it's my fault. It's because I fell for him and I let him see a side to me I keep hidden from the world. I was happy and comfortable with him so he used it against me. I kissed him and held his hand. I did this to myself.
Nauseous and bloody, my eyes begin to cross staring at the red stains on my new sweater. I feel a pit at my stomach and without a warning my head hits against the rough floor causing me to fall into a dark slumber.
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My eyelids are heavy but I force myself to open my eyes and observe the unknown surrounding. A hospital? I feel the presence of someone in the room and chills move down my spine as I notice that someone is sleeping next to me with his back turned to me. I almost fall off the bed in shock and I am confronted by a nurse that I have seen before.
"Harry it's okay... Calm down." She calmly states and places her arm on my shoulder.
"Why am I here? What is this place?Who are you? Where is my parents? Who is that?" I scream as I point over to the unconscious boy dead asleep on the hospital bed, his face still unidentifiable.
"I'm Judy, the school nurse. Your in Wellington Hospital due to you passing out. Your parents are on their way. They got caught up in traffic coming from their work. It's okay Harry. You passed out because of internal bleeding. Harry have you been eating? Because I've heard you've been passing out lately and that might be one of the reasons why." She calmly explains and I feel a pit in my stomach.
I haven't been eating. I just don't want to. And when I eat I feel like throwing it up afterwards. I just hate my body and I'm insecure about everything. I seem to ignore the flaws that I see in other people I find them in me. I have huge bug eyes and my glasses don't make it better, I have a huge stomach and big thighs. Also it makes me feel worse about my body when Zayn insults me as he points something out in my body and making me feel terrible about it.
"I've been... eating," I lied to the kind lady's face. I don't think she bought it but she didn't ask me any more questions. I turn my attention to the sleeping boy and quickly ask her the question again."Who is he?"
Her face drops and she leaves me in bed as she walks around the be to the boys side. She kneels down and whispers in his ear.
"Wake up Dear," She calmly calls and the boy jumps up from the bed.
"Harry!!! Is he awake?" The too familiar voices echoes in my ears. I feel tears come up in my throat as Louis turns around to make eye contact with me.
"My god. What the fuck did I do? Look what I did? I did this! I'm such a dick! I'm sorry Harry! I didn't mean to do this! There is so much I need to tell you but I know you don't want to hear me. You, Harry Styles, deserve someone way better than me. But I want you to know that I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm such a fooking idiot!!" He yells staring into my eyes and tears fall down his cheeks. He was right, I didn't want to hear his excuses because I can't handle any more pain.
He hits his fist against the wall constantly until there was a gaping hole in the wall. He storms out of the room in a hysteric fit and I can't help but to feel a tug at my heart. I can count the times Louis Tomlinson cried on only one of my hands. But This is probably the worst out of all of them. Why is he crying over me?
My feet move out of the bed and I take off the things that were attached to me. Judy quickly moves in front of me and starts going on about how I can't leave but I maneuver my way around her and chase after Louis.
I have no clue why I would be following the boy who broke my nose and other pieces of me, but I guess my heart still beats for him. I race down the hall and the lady at the desk stops me.
"What are you doing?" She asks in a vexed tone as she crosses he arms in front of me.
"Did a boy pass here? Crying? Around my age? He's short?" I huff at the lady and my blood pumps as my adrenalin rushes.
"Yeah. He went down on the elevator." She admits clearly not interested in Louis oppose to why I am out of my room.
I dart for the elevator as the lady screams behind me and calls for security. I open the elevator doors and close them in time before the lady ran to take me back to my room. As my heart races in the elevator, I notice something in the reflection of the metal elevator box. Beside from the bruises and scrapes that appear on my face, I am bewildered by the fact that I have my glasses back. Did Louis get them for me? I blush like an idiot and the elevator doors open leading me to the front entrance.
Did he leave? My eyes scatter the parking lot and I run out the doors of the building with a few people screaming after me. I navigate myself around the cars and my eyes are searching for the small boy that my heart belongs to.
"Louis! Louis were are you!" I call out as I look over to the abandoned playground that is just across the street. It's the same one I walk to all the time.
Is he there? My mind asks myself as my vision is cut because the playground is a decent walk away.
I dart down the parking lot road and speed over to the playground that gets closer and closer to me by the second. There is a figure sitting on the same swing that I sit on every time I come here. I try to clear my throat but I feel like someone has put forty knots in it.
"Louis?" I choke out with every last breath of me. The boy turns around and all the tears that I've been holding in this whole time, all the emotion I've been keeping inside, I finally cracked.
Louis turns around shaking with the blade that was inside my pocket but was now connected to his wrist. His face is stained with tears and I see in his eyes that he is scared.
"H-harry?" he whispers and shakes even more pressing the blade harder against his skin. He's made a word with his cuts but the blood covers it up. I quickly come closer to him and reach for the knife but he shoves my hand away and falls off the swing.
"Louis!"
Chapter Dedicated to:
bravery55 thank you so much for being such an inspiration and a great friend!
