Saving Tomlinson

Chapter 1

"Lou, stop it," Harry laughed as Louis persisted in kissing his jawline.

"Lou, we have to go to rehearsal," he reminded him even though Louis was completely ignoring what he was saying. They were lying together on a couch in the tour bus. Louis kissed Harry harder making his way to his lips. Neither of them wanted to stop, but rehearsal was something they had to do.

"Lou, we-" Harry started again, but was cut short by Louis pressing his mouth to his. Louis ran his hair through Harry's thick, curly locks and Harry grabbed Louis's waist giving in. He pressed his mouth harder to Louis's not able to resist.

"Screw rehearsal" Louis mumbled as he came up for air. He began to unbutton Harry's shirt and-

"LOUIS WAKE UP!" he heard Niall shout in his thick, Irish accent.

Louis opened his eyes to find Niall, Liam, and Zayn standing over his bed.

"Where's Harry?" Louis asked only half awake.

"Oh, uh.. He's out with Brittany," Niall replied uneasy. He was the only one who knew about Louis's feelings for Harry.

Brittany was Harry's new "girlfriend" even though Louis was pretty sure Harry didn't even know her last name. Harry always used girls to get in bed with them and Louis could never understand why. Harry was always so sweet and charming and he could get any girl he wanted. Louis never could comprehend why Harry couldn't just stay in a relationship.

Sighing, Louis got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and became disgusted with himself. No wonder Harry could never love him. Harry was perfect and Louis was ugly and fat. Louis sat down on the cold floor and opened the cabinet reaching for his bag that contained his toiletries. Opening it up he rummaged through the various items it held until he found what he was looking for-his blades.

He grabbed one and turned it over and over in his hand feeling it's cool, smooth surface. It shined against the light and looked so tempting. Louis knew he shouldn't do this, but he was worthless and he knew it. This was his punishment and way of relief.

He rolled up his pant leg and pressed the blade into his skin in the middle of his thigh. A surge of pain and stinging tickled his leg, but he felt relief as the blood poured out of his leg and onto the floor. He looked up at the light with tears in his eyes. He started silently crying more and more as he repeated this process over and over in different places along his thigh.

He finally decided he had been in the bathroom too long and cleaned off his leg along with the blade and the little spots of blood on the floor. He put his blade in the bag and placed it into it's original spot in the back left corner of the cabinet.

He rolled down his pant leg and stood up. Looking into the mirror again he felt disgusted once more.

"Guess I'm not eating today," he thought.

Twisting the doorknob he quietly opened the door and found Niall sitting alone on the bottom bunk closest to the door.

"Look Lou-"

"I don't want to talk about it," Louis cut him short.

"But I just think-"

"I said I didn't want to talk about it," Louis repeated more harshly this time.

"Fine. Lets just go get some breakfast then," Niall suggested standing up.

"No, I just want to stay here." Niall might have known about Louis feelings for Harry, but he didn't know about his cutting or eating disorders and Louis wanted it to stay that way.