Kiss It Better

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

After being on his hands and knees for an hour, trying to clean up the evidence of what had truly happened, Louis carved one last H into his skin before hiding his blades.

After picking up his now shattered iPhone he texted Liam

Louis (16:30): I'm fine. Harry's coming back. I'll call and let u know what happened.

Liam (16:35): you can't ignore this forever Lou. Promise me u wont purge tonight or ill tell haz.

Louis (16:36): promise.

Liam (16:38): good.

Louis (16:40) fuck u.

Liam (1:41): we just wanna help u Louis.

Louis shut his phone off after that.

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Hours later Louis tensed when he heard the door open.

"Lou?" He heard Harry call.

"In here." He says, wrapping the blanker tighter around him, facing the wall.

Seconds later the door opened. He heard a soft sigh of relief before he could feel the bed dip as Harry climbed on.

"C'mon. its been a bad day for both of us. I just wanna see your lovely face." When Louis wouldn't move, he sighed and rolled him over. "There we are." He says, smiling sadly. They sat in silence for a minute, just looking at each other before Harry leaned in for a kiss. Louis turned his head at the last minute so he ended up kissing his cheek.

Harry sighed. "Baby."

"Why are you here?"

"Because you scared the shit out of me." Harry snapped, frustrated already at Louis' attitude.

"And I told you what happened-"

"That's bullshit Louis and you know it."

They sat in silence for a moment before Harry spoke. "I'm not stupid Louis."

"I know you're not-"

"Why don't you trust me?"

Louis stared at him, dumbstruck. "What?"

"Why don't you trust me? I love you Lou. I love you and trust you with everything that I am and I have for the last three years. Why can't you?"

"You know I love you Harry." Louis said, crying and grabbing fistfuls of his jumper.

"I know, sweetheart. Love and trust are two completely different things." Harry whispered, stroking his thumbs over his knuckles.

"Harry." Louis whined, pressing a wet kiss to his cheek.

"Shh, Lou. It's okay. We can start fresh now. Please just tell me what happened today." Harry begged, wiping away Louis' tears with his thumb.

"H-Harry I can't. You'll leave me-" He sobbed.

"Louis. I won't, I won't I promise. I love you too much. Shh, baby, shh."

"I-I can't, Harry, I can't-!"

"Oh, Lou love. Please calm down. Breathe please." Harry cried, tears leaking from his eyes at the heartbreaking sight before him.

He gathered him into his arms and rocked him back and forth. "I love you Lou. I love you so much. I'll never leave you, I love you."

Louis fell asleep to Harry's whispers in his ears. Harry took a deep shaky breath and wiped his tears before tucking Louis in, making sure he was comfortable before going to the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face.

He glared at his reflection before walking into the closet to change and tugged on loose sleeve of a jumper on the top shelve, knocking down the box on top of it and spilling its contents. He flicked on the light and his heart dropped once he saw.

There were razor blades. Countless razor blades and blood stained rags. Some were smaller and others where bigger, but they were all stained red.

Harry shook his head while he picked one up and dropped it instantly like it was cursed and felt like crying when he realized that it had already stained his fingers red.

He felt like he was in a daze as he walked back to their bedroom where Lou was still sleeping with a frown on his face which worried Harry. He ignored the shaking of his hands as he tugged the sleeve of Lou's shirt down and broke down at the sight before him.

His bony arm were absolutely covered by scars, angry red jagged lines. All of them were upsetting, but the one that ruined Harry was the H in the middle of his wrist. He broke down sobbing at the thought that he had done something to upset him enough to hurt himself. He had hurt him enough that Louis had thought that the only answer was to hurt himself. His beautiful, beautiful, self.

He let out a sob and Louis jolted awake. "Hazza? What's wrong? Darling what's wrong?" He asked, eyes wide and obviously worried.

Harry just shook his head and began kissing every single one of his scars, not stopping even when Louis tensed and tried to pull his arm away.

"H-Harry, no.." Lou said, shifting uncomfortably to try to squirm away.

Harry ignored him and continued pressing kisses to every inch of his arms, ignoring when his own tears began to drop onto his arm, causing Louis to tense even more, using his other arm to run through his hair, trying to comfort him even though he wanted to run away. Run away and never come back.

Harry pressed one last soft lingering kiss to his shoulder before looking at Louis with wet eyes. "Where else?"

Louis stared blankly at him, curling his hands into fists, digging his nails into his skin. Harry uncurled his fingers and repeated "Where. Else."

"I.. Harry."

"Please Louis."

"Hazza...they're.. I just.."

"They're everywhere?" Harry guessed, tears still going down his cheeks.

Louis just nodded helplessly.

"Right." Harry said before jumping out of the bed and stalking to the bathroom while Louis scrambled to catch up to him.

"Harry. Harry don't-" he heard Louis say before slamming and locking the bathroom door on his face.

He ignored the pounding on the door as he took the wretched box and began to flush every one of them down the toilet.

"Harry. Please. Please don't, I-I need them, they help me- Harry!" Louis cried on the other side of the door, pounding his fists on the door with all his strength, which granted, wasn't that much.

Harry ignored him for once and kept flushing everything until there was one last razor. He was about to throw that in to, but he thought of the H and before he could think about what he was doing, he carved an L in the exact same spot, hissing quietly at the sting. He flushed the final razor before he dabbed gently at the cut as he noticed that the pounding had stopped and had turned in to heartbreaking little sniffles.

He opened the door and stared at Louis who was sitting in the little corner, curled up in a ball and tears leaking from his eyes. Harry sighed and picked him up, pressing soft kisses to his cheek and neck before laying him in bed.

"If you..if you really love me you wouldn't have done that." He says, crying softly.

Harry knows he doesn't mean that so he says "I do love you. That's why I did that. You need to be safe. And here. With me." He whispers into his neck, linking their fingers together.

It's minutes later that Louis notices the L. "Harry. What's that?" He asks, running his fingers over it gently but stopping when he notices Harrys wince.

Harry simply shrugs and wraps his arms around Louis and tugs him closer. "We're even." is all that he says.

A/N: So. Some of you have been asking me to update more. I can, but they'd just have to be shorter chapters. So would you rather me update more with short chapters or have longer chapters and have to wait about a week for an update? Please answer and comment below! :)