I and Louis have been dating for 2 years and lately Louis has been ignoring me a lot. I felt like he was getting tired of me. Every time he came back home I'd think he was going to break up with me. He didn't know, but I cut. I cut every time I got hate and every time he would ignore me. I loved him so much and the fact that he wouldn't touch me or tell me he loves me, hurt.
Today Louis had a day off. Of course I didn't think he'd want to spend it with me but I asked anyways. "Hey Lou..." "What do you want Harry?" he asked harshly. "I-I was going to ask you if you wanted to spend the day together?" I asked hoping for a yes. Instead he laughed "uhhh...no I'm good" I was heartbroken and let a tear fall.
"WHATS WRONG WITH ME?!" I shouted. He turned to me with a confused expression. "Huh?" "Louis you never do anything with me. You don't hug me, or kiss me, or even tell me you love me. What did I do?" he got off his seat and walked towards me. "You're boring and clingy and I think we should break up." My heart stopped. No...no...no...no...no... no those words did not just come out of his mouth. I was full on crying now. Without even arguing I ran upstairs to get my stuff. I was wearing Louis's sweater, so I took it off and put on my own shirt forgetting to hide my arms, then in came Louis.
"Wha-what's Th-that?" he asked pointing to my cuts. Uh oh, busted, I thought. "Um...I...well...uhhh..." all I could do was stutter. Louis had tears in his eyes. "Why would you do this?" he asked. "Well you woul-"before I could finish he interrupted. "I'm the reason you're doing this?" he cried. I didn't know what to say, I just stood there awkwardly.
Louis came up to me and wrapped his arms around me. That was the first time he did that in weeks, and I missed it so much. I hugged back. "Harry, I'm so sorry." I could feel the tears on my back. "Louis, it's okay." I replied. "No, no it's not. I made you do this and now I'm going to help you stop." He said. I smiled. He smiled too. "I love you Harry." "I love you too Louis." After that day I never cut again and Louis never left me alone, showering me with love all the time.
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