Louis’ P.O.V.
What have I done?! Why the hell would I try to kiss him? He is my best mate?! Harry had left about 20 minutes ago now, and I still havn’t left the spot in his room. I couldn’t help the tear that fell from my eye. I watched as it fell the ground. I let the tears flow down my face as I finally got up. I went to my room and grabbed my phone. I dilled Niall’s number.
“Hey, Louis, what’s up?” he asked.
“Can you come over?” I asked in a shaky voice
“Louis? Have you been crying? Oh My God, you have, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Who caused this? Was it Harry, cause if it was, I could tear him apart for you” Niall said in a hurry
“No, there is no need to kill anyone, but just come over, and I’ll explain” I told Niall
“Ok, I’ll be there in 5” Niall told me before he hung the phone up. The tears continued, but a minuet or two later, I got up and made some tea.
While sipping on my tea, I heard Niall walk in.
“Louis?” he called.
“In here!” I called to him. He came in the room, and saw my puffy eyes, and pulled me in for a hug. I let just a few more tears fall. Niall was warm, but nothing compared to Harry. It felt nice to be in Harry’s arms, like nothing could hurt me… wait. I can’t think like this! Harry. Is. My. Mate. Not my boyfriend.
“So, what’s wrong?” Niall asked, breaking the silence.
“God… I have no idea where to start…” I said, thinking.
“The beginning?” Niall suggested.
“Ok, the beginning” I agreed. I explained everything to him. The song, the kiss, finding him, all up to this moment.
“I think… I might like him…” I whispered.
“Well duh you like him, isn’t it obvious?” Niall said to me. I finally came to terms with myself. ‘
I like Harry Edward Styles.
How will explain this to Eleanor? Should I tell him? Does he like me? All these questions were running through my head.
“What do I do?” I asked Niall.
“That is for you to figure out” Niall said. He looked at his watch and told me that it was about time for him to head out. He wished me luck with Harry, and walked out. Once he was gone, I grabbed my phone again. I texted Harry asking where he was. When I got no answer, I started to panic. I called, no answer. I texted a few more times, no answer.
“Where is he?” I asked myself. He could be hurt! He could be lost again! He could be de- no. Harry is not dead. This is all my fault, Harry could be on the streets being beaten for all I know!
All my fault, all my fault, ALL MY FAULT!
I’m so stupid! I should have followed him! I could have prevented this! I ran my hand through my hair while thinking.
Thoughts like this ran through my head untill around 6 o’clock in the morning. I couldn’t take it any longer. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed my razor. I threw it to the ground and it broke to pieces. I took one of the blades and stood over the sink.
For letting Harry down
Cut.
For Eleanor
Cut.
For losing Harry
Cut.
For falling for my best friend and band mate
I made 3 cuts for that one.
I looked at the 6 new cuts on my wrist.
“I’m in love” I whispered before blacking out.
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