From Fame To Blame ∞ l.s

Chapter Thirty Eight

Harry had locked himself inside his room for three days straight, he felt guilty, broken, utterly destroyed on the inside. His phone had ran out of battery the day Louis had messaged him, so he felt like it was all his fault. Like, he had a chance of rescuing him just then, but no. Faith had chosen another path.

He had been laying underneath the damp duvet, not showering or eating, rarely accepting a glass of water that his mum had offered him. Anne had seen the sad news on the news, and she immediately ran up to Harry to tell him what had happened to his boyfriend. Harry didn't take it well, he shoved his mum out of his room and locked the door, quiet sobs could be heard from outside the door, once in a while, Harry would unlock the door to go to the bathroom. Anne, being the responsible mother she is, took this as a chance to place a tray with some food and a mug of water onto his desktop and then leave the dimly lit room once again.

Cara had been coming on and off to the Styles household to check up on Harry, but he wouldn't let her inside her room, so her mum had to apologize to her and show her out again. Cara and Anne had often talked about how it 'wasn't Harry's' fault' and 'he shouldn't feel guilty', but Harry did. He felt extremely guilty.

Worst thing is that management hasn't spoken out loud about Louis at all, not on social medias, not on television, not anywhere. Harry was afraid that Louis might have cut far too deep and may have died of blood loss.

As Harry's mind was set on Louis well-being whilst his eyelids were beginning to get heavy, a faint knock on his wooden door could be heard throughout the darkened room, "Harry?" it was Cara, she seemed.. giddy.

Harry mumbled a quick 'what' before rolling on his side, cuddling his pillow against his bare chest.

"Don't you think it's time to face reality?" Cara spoke, she tried wriggling the doorknob; "Please let me in, Harry. I only want what's best for you,"

Harry frowned deeply and gulped before rolling out of bed, rubbing his eyes with the ball of his palm, "'m coming," It wasn't like Harry didn't want to talk to Cara, or anyone to be fair, he simply just did not want to be questioned about it all.

As he turned the key, the door was opened abruptly by Cara. The door had almost hit Harry in the face, but Cara honestly didn't seem to care, she had just lounged herself upon Harry, wrapping her arms around his rib cage, a muffled sob being heard.

"Why're you crying, Cara?" Harry looked down, the same frown still prominent upon his face. Once realizing he hadn't returned the hug he quickly wrapped his muscular arms around Cara's shoulders.

Cara didn't seem to answer it, instead she frantically grasped Harry's wrists, eyeing them up and down, "Fucking hell, thank the Lord!" she laughed faintly through the sobs.

Harry widened his eyes at that, blinking; "Do you really think I would've..?" Honestly, Harry had thought about it, ending it right then and there, but, in his mind, Louis had told him not to. He told Harry to stay strong.

"Sadness makes us do stupid things, Harry," Cara said, retreating herself completely from him, "by the way, you smell like a dump yard. Take a shower, I may or may not have a surprise for you," Cara smiled sheepishly, wiping her eyes with her white sleeves, some make-up being left upon the fabric.

Harry blinked once or twice and lifted his right arm up and smelled his armpit, he almost died right then and there, "Be back in a few, make yourself at home,"

Cara snickered as Harry searched through his drawers for some clean boxers and some clothes. He took out a black pair of skinny jeans, a black tee and a chocolate brown colored leather belt. He smiled towards Cara as she sat upon his bed, walking out of his room and into the bathroom.