Louis POV
I cried myself to sleep that night, or should I say morning. It took until around 3am to finally fall asleep. After finally faling asleep, however, I slept through the day, finally waking up around 4pm. That's when I realized that Harry was coming home today. He would already be home, considering it was 4, and I knew that he was going to log onto twitter. Which means I should probably go over there to comfort him. I obviously couldn't tell him that I still loved him, even though I did, but I could at least apologize for the way "I" called Larry Stylinson complete bullshit. I quickly changed, not bothering to shower, and ran out the door to my flat, texting Eleanor who was supposed to be picking me up for a dinner to "prove Larry was fake" and what not.
L: "Hey El, can we change dinner to a bit later? I just woke up and I need to fix things enough with Harry. Xx."
E: "Of course, Lou. That was a quite harsh tweet..."
L: "It wasn't me... long story. I need to make things right, though. Cover for me with management."
E: "Of course, Louis. Good luck with Harry."
L: "I love you, El, you're the best."
E: "Anything for you."
And with that I started the car, and raced off to Harry's flat to try and explain this mess. There was so much traffic, but I wasn't even paying attention to the road. All I could focus on was what I was going to say to Harry. I obviously couldn't march in there and tell him the truth. But I had to somehow get him to still want to be my friend, as long as he doesn't already hate me. I don't think I could live if Harry and I weren't at least friends.
The car in front of me stopped short as the light turned to red and I jammed on my break, feeling my necklace slam into my chest. I reached my hand under my shirt and felt the farmiliar circular shape of the ring. I always had it on me, Harry and I's promise ring. He obviously doesn't still love me after all I put him through, but I won't ever stop loving him. I made that promise to him two years ago and there's no going back now. I rode the rest of the way like that, my hand around the promise ring around my neck. But when I arrived at Harry's, I wasn't ready for what was to come.
I pulled into his driveway and got out of the car, quickly looking around and making sure no paparazi were to take a photo of me entering his flat. I knew that wouldn't sit well with Modest!, especially when I'm supposed to be out to an extremely publicized "anniversarry dinner" with Eleanor. I took out the spare key from my pocket, he gave it to me and the other boys in case we needed to get in when he wasn't home. I walked into the kitchen and he wasn't there. I then walked into the living room, calling out to him, to no avail. I walked up the stairs and into his room and saw a light coming from the other side of it. It was the bathroom and the door was wide open. And what I saw looked like a scene from a horror movie. There was Harry, lying lifeless on the floor in a pool of his own blood, his eyes just closing and his hand falling to the floor. That's when I saw the razor slipping from his fingers, and I realized that he did this to himself.
I didn't know what to do so I ran and grabbed a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his wrist, desperately trying to stop the blood. I had learned somewhere that pressure clots the blood and makes cuts stop bleeding, so I applied pressure to his entire arm, lined in cuts. I didn't know why he did this to himself. He just got out of the hospital for this. But why even in the first place? He was in the biggest boyband in the world and had anything he could ever want. So why is he harming himself? Shouldn't he be happy? Still applying pressure, I picked him up bridal style into my arms and placed him softly on his bed. This was going to have to do for now. I picked up the towel to see it soaked in blood, but nothing else was coming out. The bleeding had stopped, and I prayed with all my might that it didn't mean he was simply out of blood to bleed. No, that's crazy. Then the realization set in that I had saved Harry. And the realization set in that I was the reason for all of this. Because right at that moment I happened to look over at his computer screen to see "my" tweet on the screen. So he still loved me? Or what...? I don't even care. Overwhelemed with guilt, tears poured out of my eyes. I looked at harry and saw all of his cuts, new and old. Had I been the reason for all of this? El would tell me that it "wasn't my fault" and "Management forced me" but I knew it was my fault. I could have fought for us. I could have done something. But I didn't and now Harry almost died. If I hadn't come to his aid at that exact moment, he'd be gone. Dead. And that's not something I could live with. There's that saying from a very wise bear called Winnie The Pooh that goes "If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you." Well that's how I feel about Harry. We may not be able to be together right now, but one day I will fight for him. One day we will grow old together. One day. And I need to keep that promise to him. So he can't die now. I'm a strong bleiever in fate and everything happens for a reason, well I think that I was sent to save Harry today. He coud have died... and that's a thought I am not willing to accept.
I promised him. I told him that I would always love him until the end of time. He would be my forever. I can't break that promise... ever.
Just then, I felt my necklace loosen and fall out from under my shirt and land on the bed beside me. At that same moment I heard a farmiliar husky voice. "Louis...?" Harry said, and I was too shocked to think.
A/N: Sorry this chapter sucks. If y'all hate it I could just re write it. Ah gosh I'm so sorry.
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