I Won't Give Up

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

*Liam's POV*

"Niall you're such a fucking dumbass!" Zayn and I both yelled.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to hang up!"

"Ni that's bullshit! call Harry right now!" I told him. 

We heard the whole conversation with Louis, on speaker, and saw him hit the END CALL button. I swear to god he's so fucking stupid! I don't even think he realizes what he just did! Fuck! Louis could have jumped off their balcony right now! 

"Zayn I'm callin Lou." I picked up my phone and dialled his number. It rang and went to voicemail. I repeated this three more times before it started to go straight to voicemail. "SHIT. He turned it off!"

I was in a full fled panic thinking about what could possibly happen to Louis. I really think we lost him. 

*Zayn's POV*

Niall isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Sure what he did was stupid but why wasn't Harry with Louis in the first place? What the fuck happened that changed Louis' mind so suddenly. Harry texted me earlier saying he was fine. 

I walked into the kitchen to join Niall leaving Liam in the living room to deal with his panic attack. He was talking to Harry when his words slowed and his face dropped. He hung up shortly after and slowly made his way onto a chair. 

"It's all my fault Zayn. What the hell was I thinking? Why did I hang up?! If he's dead right now-" He was cut off by Liam and his own tears. I guess I'm the strong one of the night. 

"Lads, we have to keep our heads up. Harry won't let anything happen to Louis. You both know that. Don't worry, Lou will be okay. He may have a few scars but I'm sure he will be alive." I got up and hugged them both. "I'll send Harry a text to let us know how he is." They both nodded as I composed the text. 

How is Lou? 

Shit he's bad Zayn. There's so much fucking blood. I'm cleaning him up and then putting him in bed. He's alive. Love you guys. Tell Ni not to fret.xx

"Niall, Liam, Louis is alive. Harry said there's a lot of blood and he is cleaning him up."

"Oh thank goodness!" Liam cried.

"I was so worried!" Niall said quietly.

"Harry said to not fret Ni." Niall nodded and we headed back into the living room still worrying about our best friend. I saw Niall check his phone quickly, so I assume Harry sent him a text too. 

*Louis' POV*

I felt a constant stinging in my wrists and my thighs. Then I would feel a slight pressure as if someone was holding something on my wrist and tracing my thigh. What is going on? Did I die? I also felt a weight next to me. Where was I? I tried to open my eyes but it was too difficult. I heard sniffles and felt something wet on my shoulder. Am I outside? Is it raining? The weight next to me moved and the pressure came off my wrist. Coldness hit it as well. I heard running water and then felt te pressure return. I finally found the strength to open my eyes as I felt another drop on my shirt. I saw Harry with tear filled eyes. 

"Ha-" I tried to speak but didn't have the energy. 

"Shhh. Don't speak Lou. Open your mouth." I did as I was told and watched as he emptied two sugar packets into my mouth. "It's so you don't knock out again." That's when it all hit me. He found me and was now caring for me. 

"Just. Leave. Me." I struggled to say. He shook his head. I looked at my body. I had a shirt on and underwear. My legs had ointment on them and my wrists were wrapped. I looked at Harry asking for an explanation. 

"Niall called me last night after he got off the phone with you telling me to come back. I came home and saw you in-" He took a breath, and I watched a tear fall. I caught it and he continued. "I saw you in a pool of blood. I thought I lost you at first but then I realized it wasn't enough blood. I undressed you while you were unconsious and washed your body off in the bath tub. Your wrists took forever to stop bleeding. I dried you off, cleaned the wounds, put Neosporin on and dressed you." 

I took a deep breath and looked at my wrist. I took off the cloth. "It's one of my t-shirts." My wrist wasn't even a wrist anymore. There were red marks everywhere. Lines. X's. Squares. A heart. I covered it back up. I looked at the other one which was far worse. It was so much deeper. The one on my vein was still bleeding. "That hasn't stopped bleeding. I've been changing it all night." I swallowed avoiding the lump in my throat. He was up all night taking care of me. "Louis please don't cry." It was too late. I started to cry. His arms immediately wrapped around me. 

"I'm so sorry Harry. I'm trying to be strong but it's just so hard and I don't think I can. What that man said yesterday killed me. And what if people get pictures of me while I'm here? What if the fans find out? What if my family finds out? I want to be happy but I can find so many other things to make me sad. I just want to be happy." 

"Louis, this may be cheesy becuase it's our song, but don't look back. If you keep moving foward and stop thinking about the past then maybe you will be happier. Stop thinking about how you think you are worthless or can't sing, or how everyone hates you because we obviously don't. Stop thinking about those burn marks on your chest." My face dropped. How did he know? I started crying again as the memories came back. 

*Niall's POV*

I received a text from Harry.

Hey Ni. He's alive. Cut himself up pretty badly. Do you know why he has burn marks all over his chest?

"Harry saw the burn marks guys." I told Liam and Zayn.

"Do you think Louis will tell Harry about them? Or we will eventually have to?" Liam asked. I shrugged.

I sent Louis a text message. 

Tell him Lou.

Tell him what?

Don't give me that shit Louis. Tell Harry about the marks. It's time he knows the truth about why you are so broken. He is the only one out of all of us Lou and he loves you so much. 

Harry finally won't have to ask anymore. He won't have to look for that letter which I'm sure says exactly what I think it says. Louis is going to be okay. 

*Harry's POV*

"Harry how did you know about the burn marks?"

"I saw them last night. They are all over your chest. What are they from Lou? Why didn't you ever tell me?" He shrugged. I watched him as he texted Niall. They know? "Why do they know?"

"It's a long story."

"Are you going to tell me?" I asked him.

"I don't know Harry." I started to get mad. 

"After everything I have done for you, you don't know if you can tell me something everyone else fucking knows?! Are you kidding me?! I stayed up all night taking care of you! I have been here for you trying to save you! I care so much about you and you can't tell me this one fucking thing?!" I didn't mean to yell but I was pissed. 

"HARRY!"

"No! Why didn't you ever tell me? Do I not mean as much to you as the others do? Do you not care that I don't know anyhting that hurts you because trust me it fucking kills me too!" I lifted my sweatshirt to show him fresh cuts. "This is so fucking hard on both of us, and to find out the boys know why you are like this and I don't, makes this worse." I saw a tear fall.

"Harry I never told you because you would get mad."

"Well looks like I'm mad now too!" 

"Harry I was raped!" My mouth fell open. 

"By.. By who?" He swallowed and blinked back tears. 

"You." Everything went black. 

SO how about that plot twist??  Sorry it's still short :/ Anyways let me know what you think :) Thanks for reading! ~Taylor