Make Believe •Larry Stylinson•

•CHAPTER SEVEN•

This is sort of a filler. Take it. NOW LOVE ME.
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"Don't fight it Louis- I always win!" Liam shouted at the top of his lungs as he held Louis's head under the crystal water. Louis struggled and tried screaming but of course it didn't work seeming his mouth and nose would get filled with water everytime he tried. 

"You should know by now I always win Tomlinson!" Liam yelled  as he held the tightest grip on Louis's head holding his him under the water. Watching in amusement as he heard Louis's muffled pleads and shouts that resulted in gurgled sounds.

Every minute Louis would fight and scream less. If Louis wasn't under water he would be crying. No one was there to stop what Liam was doing to him. "I'm doing this for you Louis, you should be thanking me not screaming!" Liam yelled tightening his grip on Louis.

Soon Louis was barely fighting and Louis could see everything fading.

Louis felt Liam's hand remove itself from the back of his neck along with yelling of a familiar tone. Even though he could barely see or hear he didn't even have to think about it he knew it was Harry.

Everything soon started getting darker than before and all Louis could hear was Harry's voice.

"Louis come back, come to my voice, your not leaving yet." Harry said.

Louis couldn't see Harry but he could hear him. Louis felt his body lift up from the clear water and into a pair of warm arms.

"I know it hurts but trust me good things are going to come, don't give up just yet you just wait and see." With every word it seemed like Harry's voice was growing closer to him. Even though he was already holding him it seemed like even when he thought it was impossible for his voice to get closer it always found a way to beat his expectations.

Louis heart thumped in his chest making him grasp on to the air as his body lurched up from his bed.

It was days like this when Louis didn't want to dream.

Louis wakes up from the dream and sees a piece of paper on his nightstand with numbers written on it and sighed 'Harry' at the bottom. As much as Louis liked Harry he didnt want to talk to him.

At least not like this. Louis saw his phone sitting by the piece of paper and picked it up using it as a mirror seeming he would be damned if he got out of bed. A gasp literally escaped his mouth when he saw himself. He had scratches and purple bruises all over his face he looked disgusting.

Louis then reached over to grab the piece of paper but stopped when he felt a sharp pain shoot out his arm and to his fingertips. A wimper left Louis mouth when he saw his left arm in a cast. That was Louis favorite arm to self harm on. Louis heart dropped when he realized someone had to see his scars.

So many questions raced his mind. What if Harry saw them? What if he just ruined his only chance with being with Harry before it even came. Then his phone rung.

Louis eyes widened when he saw the caller ID reading 'Harry' Louis assumed Harry had put his number in his phone which confused him because why would he leave his number on a piece of paper and in his contacts.

Louis shook the thought immediately answering it afterwards. "Hi Harry." Louis said almost in a wisper. He was surprised Harry had even heard him.

"Hi Louis, how are you feeling?" The curly headed boy asked with pity in his voice, making Louis cringe. He doesn't want anyone to have pity for him, it makes him feel weaker than he already is.

"I'm fine kind of early to be calling isn't it." Louis said wanting to end the conversation.

"Louis--It's 6:32....pm." Harry said in a choppy sentence. Louis glanced at the time on his phone just to make sure.

And surely it was indeed 6:32pm making Louis blush a crimson red. "Oh...I must of slept all day then." Louis said feeling like an idiot. It was a long pause before Harry finally spoke.

"Louis?" Harry called Louis name in a calm sad tone making Louis afraid to let the curly haired boy know he was still there.

"Yes?" Louis simply said just wanting to cry. He didn't even know why he just felt emotional and sad.

"How are you really?" Harry asked, the question catching Louis off guard at first.

Louis's eyes teared up knowing that Harry had seen his scars. He was tired of lying an pretending. The tears Louis eyes had once held were now falling down his face causing him to sniffle.

"I'm sick of this, tired of crying everyday then lying and saying im fine, im not fine it will never be fine or alright-- it doesn't get better." Louis said now shaking and crying more.

Louis felt like a little kid crying to Harry like this but he didn't care anymore.

"Louis?" Harry said. Harry sounded like he was crying which  confused Louis. Why would he be crying?

Louis swallowed a lump in his throat. "Yes?"

"Is it okay if I come over your house? I need to talk to you about something." Harry said hesitantly into his phone making it hard for Louis to make out his words.

Louis was taken back by Harry's words and was caught off guard. It was a long pause on Harry's line making Louis if he was even still there or if he hung up.

"Louis? Are you okay?" Harry spoke. Louis was shocked. but then again he had this little feeling inside of his stomach that made him feel warm. It made him feel wanted.

"Uhm--Yeah'...Yes." Louis assured. A smile dared to creep up on Louis's face. Louis couldn't stop the thoughts running through his head. And if he was being honest.

He didn't want them to.

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BOOM there it is. Be happy and be healthy and remember that Harry always tops.

-thattruewriter