The True Meaning of Love- Larry Stylinson

Chapter 7

Warnings: Scenes of purging can be found near the end of this chapter. Do not read if you feel it will trigger you.

Louis didn't bother to take his clothes off before slipping in under his blankets. The air around him was still yet he felt so troubled. 'Fuck, I've ruined everything'. Louis thought. He was about to fall asleep when he quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message to Harry. He finally gave way under the weight of his eyes and fell asleep.

Morning came and Harry woke up, surveying his surroundings, he realised he fell asleep on the floor of his bathroom. His whole body shuddering against the icy touch the tiles gave him. He looked down on to his wrists, bright pink scars formed over the cuts and dried blood stained Harry's arm. He got up and quickly washed it off, receiving a shock due to the coldness of the tap water. He dried his hands and made for the door, he saw his phone lie on the floor next to the door and picked it up. He had a message. It was Louis. He didn't know what to think, his mind screamed for him to ignore it while his chest kicked him, he winced in the emotional pain he just endured and opened the message.

From Lou (22:32)

"Harry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean what I said, oh God, I didn't mean to put you under so much pressure! I just... I dunno, it felt like the right time to say it. Please don't hate me"

Harry wanted to reply, he was too ashamed too. He felt like a prick just storming off like that. He didn't know what else to do though, he was cornered and he had to fight his way out. Even if it meant losing the one he cared about most... His best friend Louis, just friends, he doesn't have any stronger feelings for the boy. He is straight. ' I eat vagina's for breakfast for fuck sake' Harry thought.

"I'm back!" A familiar voice said, joyfully on the other side of this bathroom door.

He knew who that voice belonged to and with no moment of hesitation, opened the door and jumped into his bestfriend, Ed's arms.

"Thank god your back, I need to talk to you... Please" Harry choked, holding back his tears.

Harry guided Ed towards his bed and gave him a shortened version of the events that unfolded through the past week. By the time they reached the end Harry's eyes released a stream of tears which gently stopped on Ed's shoulders. Ed placed one hand on Harry's back, creating patterns with his thumb onto his back while the other was twirling the boy's curly locks.

"Harry, you're going to hate me for saying this but you're in denial for your feelings towards this 'Louis' guy." Ed explained, calmly. Still caressing the innocent boy.

Harry couldn't fight back Ed knew him more than anyone, more than himself at times. He has been there through thick and thin.

"Maybe I do, I don't want to though, I don't want to be..." Harry swallowed "Gay" whispering into Ed's shoulders.

"It's not wrong to love Haz, we will always love you for who you are. Now I got class in 30 minutes so I need to go. The way I think of it, Louis sounds like a nice guy... Doesn't he deserve a chance?" Ed explained while he gathered his bag and books and headed for the door, giving the boy who was once so pure but is now so broken a worried look... And left.

He does deserve a chance... Just with someone who deserves him. "I can never love him the way he loves me" harry muttered under his breath before tears started rolling down his cheeks again.

Meanwhile...

Louis was in the kitchen, staring at his phone, waiting for some sort of reply. He made himself eggs and bacon while waiting. The kitchen smelt to welcoming yet Louis felt so rejected, even the smell of bacon, his favourite food in the world, wasn't enough to force a smile upon his face. His body felt dead, emotionally and physically. He waited while eating, he waited while washing the dishes. Nothing.

He sat by his phone which now lay on top of his marble breakfast bar, Staring into space blankly, he couldn't see anything or feel anything. After another 30 minutes of waiting he finally accepted the truth. He hurt Harry. Real bad.

Louis clumsily made his way into the bathroom and knelt over the toilet, he reached for the back of his throat and gagged as his breakfast just flew out of his mouth and into the toilet. His stomach, just like him, was empty. Louis doesn't deserve to feel happy. He deserved to be nothing, he deserved to fade away. To be thrown up into the toilet and flushed away. He doesn't deserve even being friends with someone like Harry...