i remember when » l.s

chapter 3

hello lovelies,
tysm to everybody who is reading this, i'm so thankful. i never knew that 55 people would atleast click on this and read it, because i didn't think even one person would read this shitty story i've been writing. it helps a lot you know, writing. it takes my mind off of my anxiety/depression & if ANY of you feel depressed please dm me. please. anywho, lets continue with this story!

WARNING; the end of this chapter may be triggering! please dont continue this book if you are easily triggered! your safety is important to me!

louis stirred and frowned at the sound of his beeping alarm ringing in his ears. he grabbed his phone from the side of his bed and turned off the alarm, seeing that the time was 10:30am. he sighed. he had a lot of work to do today which he had spent weeks ignoring, but now that finals were starting tomorrow, he finally decided to atleast review a bit for each subject. algebra and history was tomorrow. he felt a pang in his brain as all kinds of equations whirred and encircled his brain.
his door opened, his mom peering in at him.
"louis, you have way too much to do today, and you better have all of your chores, assignments, and studying done before i get home," she gave him a glare, and glanced around his room.
"where are you going?" louis asked her.
"we're going to the beach. all of us, me, anne, des, mark, the kids, and gemma," she responded.
"wait, what about harry?" louis asked, a loud exhale escaping him. he hoped to have a day to himself, quiet and peaceful with his own thoughts. well- maybe not so peaceful but quiet.
"he's staying home with you. he may be able to help you study for your algebra final. he's good at algebra, unlike you. you can study together," she scoffed, giving him a dirty look, which made louis feel even more down. he stared down at his rough and dry hands, picking at the scabs from all the times he dug his nails into his palms. his mother left.

she didn't close the fucking door louis thought. he groaned, stumbling out of bed and messily fixing up his blankets.

louis walked into his bathroom, brushed his teeth quickly and stepped down the stairs.

he walked to the kitchen, opening the kitchen cabinet and reaching out his hand to the box of corn flakes that his mom stored on the top shelf. he couldn't really reach it. this always discouraged him because he knew he was short. he blinked back tears. it seemed so stupid to cry for a stupid reason. and he didn't want anybody to see him cry because of this either.
a hand reached up to the cereal box and handed it to him.
it was harry.
"um, thanks i guess.." louis muttered as he shuffled around, pouring his cereal into a bowl, and finding a spoon.
"you're welcome," harry flashed a smile back at louis and fidgeted with his rings.
louis peered around at the quiet house. his sisters, gemma, and their parents had all left already. louis silently wished that harry could have tagged along with them. he wanted to spend a day at home alone, studying. he glanced at the time on the clock above the stove, which read 11:57am. louis decided on starting homework when harry was being a little bitch and bothering him with random fucking questions.
louis turned back to harry, who was awkwardly sitting there with an empty bowl in front of him.
"um..aren't you going to take some of these?" louis asked harry, pushing the box of cereal and jug of milk towards him.
"erm, yeah, thanks.." harry reached over and poured himself some milk and corn flakes in his bowl, plopping a spoon in the midst of it.
louis looked down at his cereal, stirring the metal spoon, listening to it clink against the glass bowl. the corn flakes were now getting soggy and sinking down into the milk. he backed his chair against the floor and made his way to the sink, pouring the wasted bowl of cereal down the drain, soggy pieces of cereal clogging the holes at the bottom. he shrugged it off and walked upstairs to his room, closing the door shut. he felt pretty guilty for leaving harry alone like that.
but you hate him louis reminded himself. he shouldn't be thinking about harry. not when he was this perfect little asshole that his parents and siblings adored instead of him.
he lied down on his bed, covering himself with his wool blanket.
pulling out his phone, he unlocked it and clicked on his twitter app in the corner of the bright screen. he turned, lying on his shoulder as he scrolled down his timeline.
"go kill yourself you fucking faggot."
"you don't even need to come out, we all know you're gay, loser."
"so you like it up the ass huh?"
"have you choked on that dick yet? fucking pussy."
fuck.
louis' eyes brimmed with tears as he read the daily tweets mentioning him. he pressed his finger down on the lock button, closing his eyes and letting tears slip across his nose and on to his pillow.
why did it have to be me? louis hicupped. why couldn't i be normal?
his breathing slowed down as he heard the door being opened. subtly rubbing his eyes free of tears, he peered over the blanket. it was harry.
"louis?" harry's voice sounded fragile, as if he was talking to a child, "are-are you okay? i heard you crying.." he shifted, and louis could hear the floor boards creak as harry switched on the lamp next to his bed.
he ripped the blanket, holding it close to his chest.
"no! i'm not okay harry! why don't you ever just keep to yourself and mind your own fucking business? why can't you just leave me alone? i don't want anything to do with you! i hate you harry, i fucking hate you!" louis exclaimed and he felt a surge of buzzing go through his brain, tears escaping his eyes.
harry's eyes pooled in tears. he took in a sharp breath, releasing it quickly.

louis took one look at him and felt guilty. he shouldn't have blown up like that at harry. but that didn't stop him from yelling at the boy even more.
"why are you still here? get the fuck out of my room and leave me alone!" louis lashed out at harry. louis could see harry's fear for him in his eyes, slowly backing out of the room.
louis let out a groan, puttting his head in his hands, letting a few whimpers escape him.
why couldn't he just be normal? why couldn't he just accept harry and like him? why couldn't he just bite his fucking tongue instead of letting himself slip again? why?
the words wracked through louis' brain as his senses came flooding back and he jumped out of his bed, cautiously walking out of his room.
where was he? where was harry?
louis heard sobs coming from the bathroom. he peered through the crack in the slightly open bathroom door before poking his head through.
his breath hitched, his heart in his chest.
before him was harry, a sleeve of his jumper raised to his elbow, a razor pressed to his wrist. he was making quick cuts along the vein in his arm, little sobs escaping his lips.
"harry, w-what the fuck?" louis features softened as he bent to his knees, grabbing the razor from harry and tossing it behind him. harry jolted and looked sadly at louis. his green eyes were red and he sniffled sadly and opened his mouth.
"i want to die."

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question: how did you become a larry shipper?
my answer: okay remember in te video diaries literally all harry did was stare at louis and his lips like they just had chemistry owciamcoa

thank you so much for reading, i love you all, even though there's not a lot of you that want to read this haha. but thank you nonetheless and i want to take my mind off of a few recent events that have been happening recently so this is a double update! i'll update the next chapter in a few hours. thank you,
mandi♥︎