How To Save A Life (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

"A secret is a kind of promise, but it can also be a prison."

 

             "Harry?" I asked, walking into the house an shrugging off my coat. "Haz?" I called after he didn't respond. I had stopped at a drive-thru to get a steaming cup of tea, then I'd gotten stuck in traffic so I'd been a bit longer than I should have been. I sighed, figuring he probably was sleeping. I stripped off my shoes, wiggling my toes.

              It was raining a bit, but not too much. My hair was wet, damp, starting to become a bit frizzy and wavy. I shook my head like a dog, but all it did was remind me of Harry. He's been so distant, not like himself. It'd been like this for the past few months. He hasn't been going out partying with us, and he hasn't been as cheerful as usual.

             All he ever seems to do is sleep in his room and never come out. His room is nice and all, but he doesn't even have a television in there. I don't know what he could be doing in there all the time. The only time he came out was when we had the concerts or when we had an interview.

           Harry hasn't even been enjoying the interviews. Normally he liked to make jokes and try to be 'cool' and 'funny' when we did interviews. Lately, he's just stood in the back as if he wasn't even a member of the band. He never answered questions, and he'd always give a short response if he was directly spoken too.

           I rubbed my face, thinking maybe I was just overreacting. I stopped in the kitchen, the smell of burnt popcorn stinging my nose. That was a bit strange. Normally Harry was a neat freak. He normally would have had the smell gone and all the popcorn cleaned up, but it looked as if he had dropped it on the floor and the bag had broken open.

              Sighing, I grabbed the sweeper and swept it up, before grabbing a towel to wipe of my skin. I wasn't soaking enough to change my clothes, but they were sticking to me a bit so I hoped this would help. I foled the towel, wondering when the last time Harry did the laundry was. I shook my head before walking into his bedroom. "Harry?"

             He was laying on his bed, shirtless, and I assume completely naked. He always slept in the nude. He was covered by his blanket, with his laptop on his lap. I chuckled, imagining him checking Twitter and falling right asleep. I walked over to him, brushing some of the curls out of his face. He looked so young when he slept, but he also looked pained, as if he were having a nightmare.

             I went to shut his laptop off, so I grabbed the mouse and shook it to brighten the screen. I saw a black screen with what immediately looked like some sort of fake blood. I jumped back, clutching at my heart as I let out a small shriek. What the hell was Harry looking at, some kind of masochistic porn?

               Harry squirmed, and I grabbed the laptop and set it on his desk, sitting there and looking at it. He was on some website called Tumblr, on a page entitled "FlamingAndFaking." I furrowed my brows, clicking on the home page. When I got there, there was a picture of a neck, that was clearly Harry's because of the tattoos, except a knife was being held up to it.

              What? I looked closely, my heart beating a mile a minute. I felt guilty looking at his computer, but he was the one who left it open. I looked around, clicking on a page entitled 'pictures.' I looked through it seeing a few pictures of Harry's tattoos. But, next to them, were cuts. Had Harry been in an accident?

               I scrolled for almost a few minutes before it finally sunk it. No. Oh god, no. He can't. Harry can't do this. I left the laptop there, slowly walking over to him. I looked down, pulling the blanket down and a sob escaped my lips. Cuts, all down his legs. Deep ones, old ones, new ones, ones that looked as if they could have killed him.

                 I stared, my hand tracing over after every single one of them. I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing. Is this why he's been so distant? Why would he do this? Isn't he happy? My eyes flickered back to the laptop. Maybe it was like a diary? I thought as I walked back to it, clicking on the 'about me' page.

              It told me about him, but it never said his name. It said that the people on the internet called him "Flameboy" because....What? Harry's gay? I pushed the laptop away, leaning my elbows on the desk. This was too mcuh. How am I supposed to deal with all of this information? I heard a bit of thunder, but I ignored it, pushing that to the back of my mind.

              Harry's gay. Harry's depressed. Harry's depressed over being gay? I had no clue, but he knew he wouldn't hate Harry if he came out. It was just a weird concept. Harry's kissed plenty of girls, I has seen it myself. Harry is always flirting, how could this be? Maybe it was a 'beard' type thing?

                The only reason I know what a beard is is because people thought Eleanor was my 'beard' and that I was-oh. OH. Maybe that's why people thought I was gay too. Maybe they used gaydar and realized Harry was gay. I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

               I was fine with him being gay, but he couldn't cut. It was too much. I continued reading the page. It was information about him, it even mentioned me as his 'best friend' a few times. There was then a bolded word with a list of dates under it.

Attempted suicide.

1st- 10, September 2011.

Oh my god, the Red or Black performance.

3rd- February Second 2011

What's this?

2nd- December 1st, 2012

The time they played Little Things on the radio?

                    There was such a long list and my heart was racing. My first date with Eleanor was on there, and the first time I asked her to be my girlfriend. I shut the laptop down, covering my eyes as the tears started to come. I cried, and cried my eyes out. This was the worst thing I could possibly imagine. I couldn't live without Harry. He was my band mate. My best mate. He was the one person in the world who I thought I knew more than anyone else.

                   "Louis? You okay?" I heard Harry, and I rubbed my eyes. "Y-yeah...M'fine." Thunder boomed, and he sighed. "Oh, you could have woken me. Come here." I walked over, getting into the bed beside him. He pulled me close, neither of us bother by him being nude. He held me close, rubbing my head. "It's going to be okay Lou."

                      He kept saying calming things until he fell back asleep, and the tears just continued to fall. Things were not going to be okay. How would he feel if he knew I wasn't crying over thunder, but over the fact that I could lose my best friend?

               I closed my eyes, kissing the cut on his neck before closing my eyes and forcing myself to try and sleep. Maybe tomorow I would know what to do.

　

　

Hello my curlies!

What do you think? This is going to be short so things should escalate quickly. Poor Haz, but Boobear can save him....Right? By the way, the second date is 'Larry's anniversary' and everyone knows Little Things is one of Larry's songs.

Comment please and read my other Larry stories!

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