Falling Pieces {A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction}

Hurt

//flashback January 2013//

#Liam#

"Liam check this out!" Harry slurred from across the table

"What are you doing Harry?" I laughed watching as he stumbled up onto the table

"Do you realize Liam, we are never enough?"

"What do you mean bud?" I ask as he kneels on the table in front of me

"They can't just take Lou and set him up but they have to do it to me too! the fans hate me now for dating that nasty piece of work! What's even the point anymore" he exclaimed jumping up and off running toward the bathroom.

"What the hell Haz?" I laugh becoming a little concerned, I turn to see Zayn asleep beside me on the couch.

I pull my body off the couch and venture over to the bathroom and knock on the door to find it locked.

"Harry?"

"Haz, come out mate."

I run over to zayn who is quietly texting in the bubble chair.

"Zayn come help me get Harry out of the bathroom I seriously think something's wrong."

"He's probably just taking a shit liam." he replied carelessly.

"Zayn you didn't hear him before, please we have to do something, I think he's going to do something stupid." I look to Zayn and he looks to the bathroom before hauling himself off the couch and stalking toward the bathroom.

"Harry?" he said knocking gently

"Harry?!" there was no answer

"Liam go call Louis, where is he?"

"He's on a date with El, he probably won't answer, I'll call Paul." I run to the kitchen grabbing the small phone and shakily dialing Paul's number

-

After speaking to Paul who said he'd be there ASAP I ran back to Zayn who was picking the lock.

"I've almost got it." he informed me his tongue picking out of the side of his mouth in concentration, "there!"

Pushing back the door Zayn and I both held our breaths in anticipation of what we'd find, and holding the door open walking in to find you best friend drenched in red water

Eyes closed

In a pool of his own blood

Was not something we intended to be finding on our Friday night in.

//end//

~*~ Liam ~*~

Seeing Harry like this...again, well there's just no words for it

It's heartbreaking knowing he seen through all those months of counselling and therapy, not to mention the anxiety and depression medication, like that has to mess with a young boy doesn't it?

What I don't understand is when do people realise enough is enough, he obviously can't cope Jesus Christ he's only 19!

I growl throwing my fist into the vending machine I was currently standing in front of.

-

I walk into Harrys private room dragging the small cushioned seat over to the side of the bed.

When will he wake up?

"Hey Harry." I cough awkwardly realising how silly I sound, I feel like I'm talking to myself.

Louis was the really the only one who talked to Harry as if he was awake, the rest of us thought it was a bit weird.

But what the hell?

"Uhm, anyway hey mate." I look over his face, his eyes closed, eyelashes resting upon his cheeks which are so pale they almost look porcelain, how could we not see how broken he was

"Harry, mate." I sigh resting my head on his right arm, "why bud? why did you have to do this...again to me to the boys to Lou?...your Lou?" I sigh grabbing his hand trying to ignore the needle sticking out from the blue vain.

"He's beside himself Haz you hurt him, he didn't know, he thought you were getting better, hell we all did."

"I'm just glad Louis is okay, he seems to be handling it quite well so far, better than us, Perrie and Eleanor are beside themselves as well Perrie wot stop crying and neither will El she thinks it's her fault. But Lou I think he might just crack soon all it's will take is-" I'm cut off by some screaming down the hall I jump up off my seat and am about to go see what the hell is going on when the room door are pushed open so fast I barely see who is responsible

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES YOU FUCKING BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOUR LIFES NOT PERFECT? TOUGH SHIT NO ONES IS! YOUR TRYING TO TAKE THE FUCKING EASY WAY OUT AND I HATE IT. I HATE YOU FOR IT! DAMN IT HARRY!" he cries falling onto the bed beside Harry.

"Jesus Lou what happened?" I say running over to him.

"Harry tried to kill himself Liam that's what happened." I inhale sharply at Louis edgy tone, "Not once but twice, and he got it this time."

"I hate him liam, I hate him for leaving me like this."

"What are you talking about lou?"

"Did you hear that harry? i.hate.you." He seethed through his teeth

Lou never got a response because as soon as he finished that sentence we were cut off by sirens and voices telling us to leave.

As The machines keeping Harry alive started to scream warnings, we were kicked out, not knowing what the outcome was going to be."

AN

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