Trigger Warning: Self-harm
Word Count: 2293
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POV - Louis
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I sat at the kitchen table, slumping over and sighing. I buried my head into my hands, silently sobbing. This wasn't fair. I've earned his heart for three years. But that bitch gets to swoop in and steal it. Fuck modest, fuck me, fuck Izzie, fuck everything, fuck everyone. My mind swarmed with thoughts and I managed to just scream, dropping my head onto the table. It felt like someone ripped my heart out, and left my chest with an empty whole. I sat up, rubbing the back of my hands on my eyes. I stared at the pale wall, taking a sip of the beer that was left on the table.
*Memory*
Louis stood by the stove, spatula in one hand and handle of a pan in the other. He lightly pressed the sizzling eggs with the spatula, hearing a timer go off; signaling the toast was ready. He left the toast unattended, letting it cool down. Large hands pulled on his hips, pulling him back in a tall figure. Louis dropped his head back, pressing his face into Harry's warm neck. He nibbled his neck a little, saying a quiet, "Morning". Harry chuckled, placing a kiss onto Louis' feathery hair. He tugged Louis' hips, turning him around. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, their lips connecting. It was like electricity shot through each others' mouths, colliding in the middle. Harry licked Louis' bottom lip, begging for entrance. Louis pushed away from Harry, smirking, "Slow down, Birthday boy. The eggs are burning!" Harry laughed as Louis started tossing a towel around, clearing the smoke that was forming from his eggs.
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I lied in Harry and my bed, trying to fall asleep. I whimpered feeling cold without Harry. I rolled out of bed, stripping out my clothes, throwing them into the corner. I went through Harry's closet, slipping on his sweatshirt and boxers, then climbing into his side of our bed. 30 minutes passed, and I was constantly tossing and turning. I grabbed my phone from the night side-table and unlocked it, sitting up.
2:37 AM: Hey Ni, I know it's late but could u come over? -Louis x
I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a long sigh. I slumped my shoulders, forcing myself to reopen my eyes. My android buzzed on the table and I picked it up to read the message I received.
2:41 AM: Sure, im driving over rn... Is there a reason u want me to come tho?
I sniffed, trying to read his text. I scratched the back of my neck, deciding I wasn't going to reply. I opened up a new message to Harry. I bit my bottom lip, taking a deep breath. I think started to sob, throwing my phone at the wall. How could I be so stupid?! Of course Harry doesn't have his phone! Modest won't let him have access to the internet yet. I pulled my knees into my chest, digging my nails into my shins. My eyes darted to the bathroom, the light still on. I got out of bed, walking over to the light source. I shut the door, locking it. I slumped down the door until my butt hit the ground. I glanced over to the sink cabinets. I crawled to it, opening the cabinet to find a small box hidden behind piles of toilet paper rolls and medicines. I brought it out, returning to my spot against the door.
*Stop reading here if you can't withstand self-harming*
I opened the box, finding razors, blades from pencil sharpeners, paperclips, and a lighter. I shuffled through the box, finding a small pencil sharpener blade. I bit my bottom lip, a tear falling down my cheek, onto Harry's sweatshirt. I lightly placed the blade on my wrist, whispering, "This is for you, Haz". I pressed down harder, dragging the blade slowly across my left wrist, tracing the faint scars that tattooed my skin. Drops of blood drew, then connecting to form a line of red. I continued three more lines, going down my arm. Tears ran down my cheeks, taking leap, falling down onto Harry's clothes.
