Make Believe •Larry Stylinson•

•CHAPTER EIGHT•

How long has it been since I updated? Anyways obviously it has been a while but I have not given up and thanks for 500 reads it means a lot considering im a noobie :)

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After hitting his arm a couple of times getting out of bed Louis struggled to put on a decent shirt and skinny jeans for Harry. He went in his bathroom and looked at his face. It was bad enough he was extremely afraid of what other people thought of him.

Now he has to go to school with purple bruises and red marks all over his body. He couldn't stop thinking how he would get by in all his classes with the condition his arms were in.

Already Louis was having second thoughts on his promise. It hadn't even been four days and he already wanted to give up. Straight in the middle of his thinking session he heard the doorbell ring making Louis nervous and heart beat out of his chest.

While he was grabbing his phone off his bed he heard the slightest knock on his bedroom door causing him to freeze. He hesitated then quickly spoke "Come in."

The door slowly opened wider only to reveal a teary eyed Harry. Louis couldn't stand seeing people cry, especially not anyone like Harry. It's rare to see Harry upset, he's to strong to cry.

"Harry....Are you--What happened?" Louis said trying to stand up and make his way to Harry.

"M' fine, really." He said stopping Louis from babying him and settling him back steady.

The weary look in Harry's eyes had been replaced with concern and confusion. Louis sat back down offering his room chair to Harry.

Louis waited for Harry to speak, which gladly didn't take long. But then the question he asked made him feel like he shouldn't of agreed with him to come over.

"Louis your wrist--They have cuts on them." Harry mumbled out starring Louis in the eye never breaking contact. Louis held in a gasp, he didn't know what to say or how to explain.

"Louis love say something." Harry said sniffling. A few seconds went pass before Harry rolled the chair closer to the bed, where Louis was sitting speechless. His eyes were looking around his room searching for something to say but he just couldn't, there was nothing he could say.

Harry clenched his eyes shut and put his head down as he fidgeted his hands together.

"Did you do this to yourself--You didn't right?" Harry asked swallowing down the need to cry.

Louis glanced down at his arms and immediately grew self conscious as he tightened his fists and began to hold his head down. "I'm sorry, Harry." The bruised boy whispered.

"Don't apologize Louis, its not your fault." Harry said holding his head up and looked at Louis noticing the way Louis was moving around as if he was uncomfortable. The truth was they both knew it wasn't okay but at the moment they made themselves believe that it was. But Harry felt something else along with that.

He knew that it was Louis's fault, He might of felt as if it wasn't right then on the surface but deep down he was pretty sure it was his choice. Its so many other solutions he could of used to get rid of his anger and chose one of the worst on the list.

It was multiple things running through Louis's head at the moment. When he looked at his bruises and how disgusting he looked the only person he could think of was Liam. He felt his eyes tingle and he couldn't help but to just cry. Tears flowed out of his eyes one by one leaving a white streak down his cheek.