[REWRITING] Help Me So I Can Rise Again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 3 - Can I help you?

Hey, what's up everyone?Anyway, I'm gonna write this story even if I'd have only 1 read.I'm sorry that this is short but I wrote this by my phone so I have mistakes then and there.Enjoy : )

FOOOOOOD

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"Louis Tomlinson! I know you're there. You can't try to kill yourself! If this is about Harry, he says those fag things to everyone, trust me. Just come out from there and I'll check your wrist" I hear Jessica's voice and I sigh.

There's no need to hide anymore. She knows I'm here and tbh, my wrist is bleeding quite much. I go out of salo and Jessica quickly pull my wrist under the water and after that she press paper on it.

"Why in the god sakes you would do this?" she asks.

"Harry said that I should die" I say quietly.

"Oh Lou, he says before he thinks. He don't know you, he's just.. He's different. He's bully as I told you" Jessica says and sighs. "Wait here, I'll be back in five"

She leaves me with that.I just stand there for a while and I look myself from the mirror until the door opens and Harry walks in.

"Oh you failed in suicide too?" he says and laughs pointing my wrist.

"Oh yeah, this is really funny" I say angrily and I pull papers of my wrist away and I show those six scars what I made. "It's really funny. You see me laughing?"

Something flashes in his eyes but then I can see only hate again.

"I just came to bring your fag book" he says and he throws my book to floor.

"Thanks" I say.

"By the way. I never thought you REALLY are gay" he says and I realize that he did read my book. Shit..

Then Jessica comes and rolls something around my wrist.

"There you go" she says smiling.

"Thanks, Jessica" I say.

"So, tell me what happened" Jessica says.

"Well, we were there and he started to pick on me and he said that I'm fag and then he said that I'm a mistake and nobody wants me to be here so I should die" I explain fastly but I see that she understood.

"Don't worry, Louis. He's not nice to anyone. So leave him alone. You only need to see him in class so everything is okay" Jessica says.

"Yeah, I'll try to ignore him. Wait, how did you know what happened?" I ask.

We were alone in auditorium and nobody saw me leaving.

"Harry told me" Jessica says shortly.

"What?" I ask. "You got to be kidding me"

"No, he came running to music class and pulled me away and in the hallway he said 'Tomlinson went to bathroom and he might hurt himself'" Jessica says.

"Harry?" I ask again and she nods. "But he hates me"

"But apparently not so much that he wants you to die" Jessica says.

"Or he just didn't want to get any kind of punishment" I mutter.

"C'mon Louis, now get back to class, we still have like half an hour. You'll have time to pick songs. Just ignore him, okay?" Jessica says and I nod as I start to walk to auditorium.

-HARRY POV-

Louis walks back and sits next to me writing to his book again.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"You don't care anyways, so why do you ask? And why did you tell to Jessica? Didn't you realize that you could've just let me die?" he asks and that hits me hard.

"I have no idea. I like Jessica and you're her friend so I can't let her friend die, she'd hate me because of that" I say.

Well that was half true.

"She already hates you. She thinks that you're jerk so you have no chances with her" Louis says.

"At least I don't use some girl as a beard" I say.

"You didn't have right to read my book!" he says and finally looks at me.

"But I did and now I know how you hate yourself and I know about your anorexia and I know that you're gay" I say.

"First, she's not my beard, she's my girlfriend, second, I love myself so I'm now anorectic so please leave it there, and I'm not gay" he says and I grab he's book.

I open it and I start to read.

"Today was my first day at school, it was great until that Harry Styles tried to beat the shit out of me. I don't know why hate me so much. I know I'm ugly and fat (as you know, I'm working on with last one) but he don't know me.. I feel bad about that. How can someone hate me by the way I look?

And then this thing with El... I think she might cheat on me. Of course i don't care that way, she's just hiding my secret. That I'm gay but I don't even wanna write about that.

And I don't know what I'm gonna do tomorrow in school.

-Louis" I read and I see Louis blushing.

"At least I'm not criminal" he says.

"You think I'm criminal?" I ask and I chuckle.

"Yes, you're a bully and you drink and you smoke" he says.

"So what?" I ask. "Nobody cares if I do"

"Well, you bully people and that makes them suicidal, but you're killing yourself too. Drinking gives you soon some kind of poisoning and smoking gives you cancer" he says. "And you're too young to die"

"Do you have point? Why are you saying these things, fag?" I ask.

"It's just... You're young, so why you want to kill yourself like that?" He asks.

"Shut your gay mouth. It's none of your business! This is my life, and nobody cares if I die or not" I say and I glare at him.

"Harry, can I help you with stopping smoking and drinking?" he asks.

"No! Twat get away from me! I don't want your help, you're faggot and I don't need your help! I don't care about do I die or not!" I say.

"You should care... I'm sorry..." he mutters.

"Leave me alone, gay twat" I say and I walk away from auditorium.

What was that? I don't care do I get alcohol poisoning or do I get cancer because I smoke so why did he care?It doesn't make any sence. Could he possibly care about me? Nah... I almost made him commit suicide.

Maybe he just tried to be nice. Yeah that's it. He try to make me be nice to him.

Bitch please, that ain't happening.

-LOUIS POV-

Dear journal,

Harry did read you and now he knows what I think about myself because I'm gay. Now he knows it.

He probably tells to everyone..Anyway. I was going to commit suicide but thankfully my new friend Jessica stopped me. I had no idea what I was thinking. I can't let some kind of bully bring me down. I can't so I'm staying strong.

Oh god I was stupid.

But today I also offered to give help to Harry so he could stop smoking and drinking but he started to yell at me... I don't know why I said I could help. I don't care about him. Or do I? No, I don't. That would only be stupid.Stupid.

I don't know what I'm gonna do...

- Louis

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