One night I got bad. I couldn't sleep. I held my breath until my body forced me to breath and I couldn't go see Harry because he was at a party with his friend Niall. So I stayed in my own bed and cried. I didn't like crying. Just sometimes I couldn't stop it.
I knew that after I cried I would get better. It was always like that. And I knew that once I got better, Harry would be back and we could go get ice cream or just walk around town.
That's what I looked forwards to. That's what kept me alive sometimes.
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a.m. - lirry/zarry/ziam
Fanfic"Liam it's three a.m. what are you doing in my bed?" "I want to kill myself, Harry."
