Say The Words (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

Chapter 21

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Larry shippers: I guess you could say this chapter would be your favorite... but I'm not really a Larry shipper.

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*Harry's POV*

Sunday, November 3rd, 2013

"Harry, please help me! I don't know what to do and I'm terrified. I don't want to live anymore and I don't know why. I don't know if I'll ever have a realization like this again but you have to help me. I'm so scared." Louis begins to weep in front of me on his bedroom floor and I stay put on the edge of his bed.

It's been 3 days since I found him in his room with cuts all over his body.

He's acting like an animal. He's screaming and crying. He paces until he falls lifelessly on the ground. He starts pounding on the floor and screams again as the life in him is revived. I sit and watch until he drunkenly crawls to me and grabs my arm. "Help me, Harry!" I try to hug him but he slips out of my grip. He begs for help, but then pushes me away. I don't know how to help him.

I snap out of my flashback when I see Louis sit up and start scratching at the bandages on his arms. I lunge forward and gently, yet firmly, pull his arms apart. "Stop it! You're going to make it worse, Lou!"

"It itches! Harry, let me scratch them! I want them to hurt! I want them to bleed, Harry!" He shouts back in protest.

"No, idiot! You can't hurt yourself again!" He fights me and trys to scratch himself. I keep fighting back. "Let me help you! I'm trying to help you, damn it!" I shout.

I stop fighting and pull him into me with all my strength and wrap my arms around my friend. I have no idea how he became this broken, but I'm determined to figure out how to fix him.

He stops resisting me and collapses and starts to cry again. I start to rock him and rub his shoulder. It breaks my heart to see my best friend like this with no clue as to why he's acting like this and what to do about it."

After what seems like hours of this, though it was probably only 30 minutes, I speak up, "Dude, I never would've expected this from you. What happened? Please tell me about it. Let me help. Is it management? Is it Eleanor? Fans? I'm here for you, mate."

"Addie tried kill herself."

What am I supposed to say to that? I don't want him to get really upset, but I want to be able to empathize with him. I think of the most reasonable response. "How do you know this?"

"She sent me a video on Skype. I just saw it last night. I know she's okay though, I texted Bradley right after I saw it. He said I was a 'fucking dick', but that Addie was okay. Then he told me not to talk to him or any of them again. I can't stop thinking about it. It's so fucking haunting. You have no idea how I feel," he says.

"You're right, mate. I don't know how you feel. I'm sorry."

"It's really difficult," he says.

I wait a few seconds and ask, "How did she do it?"

"She tried cutting herself to death, I think," he says.

"Woah," I say in astonishment.

"Yeah, and it's all my fucking fault," he hits the floor with his fist.

"Hey, it is not all your fault."

"But, I feel so responsible. I triggered it."

"Don't take the blame for this, Louis. The important thing is that she's alive. That's really tough, though. I wish I knew what you were feeling. I'm just," I pause to find the right word, "heartbroken that you feel this way. You're so much better than this." I say pointing to his bandaged arms.