Jar Of Hearts ♚ BOOK TWO ♚

Chapter Two - This Is Gospel

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Warning: self harm

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Louis was finally given a phone call after a few hours, and without thinking he called Harry. "Hello? Louis if this is you I'm going to hang up." Harry's voice said through the phone, and Louis wanted to cry. "Please don't hang up. Just listen to me." Louis said, sounding absolutely broken.

"I'm listening." Harry said, although he sounded disinterested. "I got arrested, and I don't know why I called you, but-" "You got arrested?" "Yeah. Yeah I did." Louis sighed. Harry was talking to someone else in the background, and Louis heard Liam's voice.

"Where are you?" Harry asked, and Louis turned to the police officer. "What is this town called?" Louis asked, and the officer just rolled her eyes. "Whitby." The officer muttered, and Louis made an odd face at the name, but told Harry anyway. (It's an actual place! Woo!)

"Liam can pick you up. I would, but I want nothing to do with you." Harry said, and Louis' heart cracked a little. "Times up." The officer said, and Louis could've knocked him out. "Just give me a minute." Louis snapped, the officer leaving the room, muttering something about Louis being a fucking nuisance under his breath.

"I'm sorry. For everything. Everything I've ever done I'm so fucking sorry, Harry." Louis said, a tear sliding down his cheek. "That's bullshit, Lou. You're never sorry." Harry snapped. "I really am sorry right now. I fucked up. I fucked up so much, and I lost you." Louis said, almost on the verge of bursting into tears.

"It's going to take more than one little apology, Tomlinson." Harry spat, and Louis' heart cracked even more because Harry used his last name. "Just so you know, you're the stars in the sky, while I'm nothing." Louis said, and hung up.

The officer came back in and dragged Louis back to the holding cell, although he didn't really need to drag him.

*****

Liam showed up a few days later, and Louis was finally let go. "They took my car!" Louis exclaimed once he was out of the police station. "You're dad said he'd come get it." Liam said and they both got into Liam's car.

"Great. Anyway, I thought you hated me, what happened to that?" Louis said rather smugly as Liam started the car. "I'll beat you unconscious and leave you in a ditch if you try to be a smart ass." Liam snapped, no humor in his voice at all.

Louis kept his mouth shut, because Liam definitely could leave his ass dead in a ditch, seeing as he has huge biceps and takes boxing. "And I hate you, but Harry made me." Liam said as they drove away from the small town.

"Harry hates me, too." Louis mumbled, resting his forehead against the window. "Yeah, he really does hate you." Liam smirked, and Louis groaned internally. "You don't need to rub it in." Louis mumbled, and soon fell asleep.

*****

"Wake up, you ass wipe." Louis heard Liam saying, and groggily opened his eyes and muttered a what the hell. "Get out of my car." Liam said, and Louis stumbled out, Liam speeding off the moment his feet hit the pavement.

"Prick." Louis said to no one and walked up his driveway and into his house. He went to make a bee line for the basement, but stopped when he say his dad. "Louis, we need to talk." Mark said, his voice and expression solemn.

"No we don't." Louis snapped, and pushed past Mark. "Louis Tomlinson, I am your father." Mark snapped, and Louis stopped, standing on the top step to the basement. Louis slowly turned around, glaring at his father.

"You are not my fucking father. You don't treat me like your fucking son, so why the hell should I treat you like my dad." Louis spat before disappearing into the basement. The basement was still trashed, and Louis just put the couch back into place and flopped down onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

He knew that his dad hated him, and didn't want him, but he got stuck with his mistake of a son when his mother and sisters died. And Louis knew damn well that he was a mistake. He'd been told enough times by his father and his mother.

He didn't miss his mum, she didn't care about him either, and his sisters treated him like a disease. He didn't care about anyone, except for Harry, but Harry doesn't want shit to do with him, so he has nobody and the thought of jumping off a bridge or blowing his brains out seemed like a great idea at the moment. Actually, it had sounded like a great idea since freshman year.

Louis ran a hand through his hair, which was back to it's normal brown colour, a few spots blonde because he used to have red streaks in his hair. He looked almost normal, asides from the lip piercings and the tattoos that littered his skin.

He was considered a freak around here, not that he really gave a shit what anyone thought of him. He traced over Harry's name, which was tattooed onto his wrist. Harry had Louis' name in the same spot, and even though they were drunk and high when they got them, the still meant something. At least they did to Louis.

*****

Harry was pacing around his room, his phone in pieces on the floor. He rubbed at the tattoo on his wrist, wishing it would just disappear or wash off. The tattoo was driving him insane, because he still had Louis on him.

He didn't want anything to do with Louis, and he wanted this drunken mistake of a tattoo gone, so he did the first thing that popped into his mind.

Harry searched for his pack of cigarettes and lighters and locked himself in his bathroom. He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a long drag from it and coughing a bit as he blew the smoke out.

 Harry flicked the lighter to life, and held the flame under his wrist, just under the tattoo. The flame licked at his skin and Harry flinched back, and held the lighter close. Harry bit his lip, drawing blood as he burned his wrist.

Harry continued to burn himself until he heard a knock on the door, dropping the lighter in the process. "Harry, what are you doing in there?" His mum called out, and Harry froze. "Nothing. Just brushing my teeth." Harry lied.

"Okay." His mum said and she walked off, leaving Harry alone. Harry looked at his wrist, starring at the name that was still stark against his pale skin.

[A/N]

I'm sad, so that ended up being a sad and depressing chapter. Woo hoo. As I've said before, I write what I feel, and I'm just really depressed right now. That's why this chapter took a life time and a fucking half for me to write.

On a happier note, 700 fuckers are following me. and I'm probably going to go deaf because I like to listen to really loud music with head phones. ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ

Song: This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

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