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8. Sad Thoughts

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Louis stared at him wide eyed.

"Get out." He finally says and Harry shakes his head.

"Louis, why?" Tears are pricking at Harry's eyes. He never liked seeing people hurt. It hurt him more than anything.

"He tells me to do it." Louis whispers, looking down. He wrapped his arms around his torso. He was visibly shaking, tears were falling freely.

"Who tells you?" Harry instantly had a seething hatred to whoever wanted to hurt Louis. He didn't know him all that well but he didn't want to see him like this...so broken.

"Jace." He mumbles and Harry walks toward him, slowly.

"Is Jace...the one you were yelling at?" He asks and Louis nods. Harry takes a deep breath.

"Louis..." He reaches for him but the smaller boy flinches away from him.

"Don't. I...the last time..." He trails off, sniffling.

"Piece of shit. Crying in front of him. Stop acting like this. God you're embarrassing yourself." Jace says throwing his hands in the air in exasperation.

Louis shuts his eyes and tightens his grip against himself. His hands were pushing into his cuts. Sure they were a bit old, but now he was opening them again. He couldn't help but peel at the scabs and let out a breath of relief.

Harry was watching him curiously. He didn't understand what he was doing at first. His fingers scratching at his sides and stomach. Then he knew. He stalked towards the smaller lad and gripped his wrists, pulling them away from his body.

The boy looked up at Harry with glassy eyes and bitten lips.

"Make it stop." He chokes before collapsing against Harry and sobbing. The blue eyed boy gripped onto Harry as if his life depended on it.

"Okay, Lou. It's okay." He whispers, rubbing his back soothingly, "Let's lie you down." He drags Louis to the bed and sets him down. He was about to take a seat on the floor, but Louis gripped his forearm roughly.

"D-Don't leave me. Lie d-down...with me." He begs and Harry sighs. Louis shifts, leaving a bit of room for Harry on his small twin bed.

The taller boy hesitantly lies down next him and Louis instantly wraps himself around him.

"Thank you."

"Is he still here?" Harry asks referring to Jace.

"Yeah."

"Is he saying anything?"

"Yeah."

"What is he saying?" Harry asks.

"Fucking idiot. He's just wants you to talk about me so he can send you straight back to the nuthouse. Is that what you want?" Jace says and Louis shuts his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"Some things." He finally says and Harry let's him be. They're quiet for a few minutes. Louis was basically on top of Harry, their legs tangled together. Louis' head rested on Harry's chest, his hands curled into fists on Harry's shirt.

Eventually his hands relaxed, his breathing slowed, and Harry knew he fell asleep.

Harry kept his arm around his waist. With his free hand he slowly and softly pulled up his shirt. He gasped when he saw the angry red cuts along his waist and stomach.

Harry closed his eyes, a single tear running down his cheek.

"Oh, Lou..." He whispers. The boy looked so much more peaceful in his sleep, all his worries gone even if it was just for a few hours. His back wasn't so tense, his face wasn't so...sad. Harry liked seeing him like this.

He couldn't help it when he brought his hand up to his face and traced his lips, his nose, his eyes. He was a true beauty, Harry couldn't lie even if he wanted to.

Everything was quiet until his phone rang, blaring Mariah Carey. Harry flinched, grabbing his phone quickly and answering.

"Babe? Where are you? I'm lonely..." Nick mumbled on the other line.

"I'm um, doing a project with Louis." He says checking to see if he woke the smaller lad. He didn't.

"Oh? Louis? The weird one?" Nick chuckles.

"He's not weird. He's actually really nice." Harry defends.

"Niall tells me he has some weird mental shit. He's crazy, H." Nick laughs and Harry's skin boils.

"He's not crazy Nick." He retaliates.

"Don't tell me your defending him. Is he next to you? Can he hear me? He's fucking crazy."

"You know what? Why don't you call me back when you stop being a fucking dick?" With that he hangs up, setting his phone on the dresser next to the bed.

"I am crazy." Louis' voice made Harry flinch.

"No you're not, love." Harry instantly replies.

"Of course I am. I see things. I talk to someone who isn't even really there. How am I not crazy?"

Harry sighs.

"You're just..."

"See! You can't even say anything! I am crazy! He's right." Louis frowns before sitting up, moving away from Harry. He hunches into himself.

"Louis...I don't think you're crazy." Harry says, leaning over the boy.

"Stop lying. Please. I've had too many lies in my life." He says, shaking roughly. Harry's heart literally broke at that moment. What has he been through, that made him not trust anyone?

"I'm not lying, babe. I will never lie to you. Okay? You may be a little broken but that doesn't mean your completely broken." He explains leaning over and pulling him onto his lap.

"Do you really think that?" Louis whispers, curling into Harry's lap.

"Yes, I do really think that." Louis smiles shyly, nuzzling his face into Harry's chest.

"Thank you."

"For what, love?"

"For understanding." Harry's heart melted. Louis moved away from Harry, choosing to sit next to him instead.

They were quiet for a moment, the silence becoming thick with anticipation.
"You're a really good person, Harry. One of the only good people in this world. That I know of."

Harry smiles and shifts closer to him. Louis was looking down, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, unsure of what else to say. What was there to say?

"Is Jace here right now?" Harry asks and Louis shakes his head.

"He said he wanted to get away from me for a while. Said I was being embarrassing." Harry frowns. He slips a finger under Louis' chin and makes him look at him.

"You are not embarrassing." He whispers. Louis let's out a small breath, giving him a smile. His breath smelled like spearmint and tea.

Harry closed his eyes and hummed.

He didn't notice when he started to lean in, their lips centimeters apart. His hand moved to cup Louis' cheek.

Harry could basically kiss Louis right here. And he wanted to, god did he want to.

Their lips had just touched when someone knocked on the door.

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