Relapse - A One Direction Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Zayn lay on his bed, he seemed to sink deep into the plush mattress. He was staring at the thin razor blade, playing with it between his fingers. It was noon and the sun was high in the sky, shining through the glass windows and hitting the tiny piece of metal. He was thinking hard to himself, hoping that he did the right thing. Hoping that Harry knew better.

"OH MY GOD HARRY!" A voice shouted from downstairs. It was Louis. Zayn shot up from his resting position and ran out of his room and stood at the top of the stairs. Looking down he saw something he thought he'd never see in his life.

"Hush Lou it's okay I'm fine." Harry whispered, leaning into Louis. His clothes were bloody and there was a deep looking cut on his waist. Zayn felt he could vomit at the sight of the poor boy.

"You're okay?! You're bleeding Harry!" Louis scolded Harry who just kept staring at the ground. "What's this?" Louis' voice trailed off, his eyes coming to rest on Harry's wrist. Zayn watched from the top of the stairs as Louis pulled up his sleeve.

"Oh my god..." Zayn subconsciously whispered at the sight of the red scars down Harry's arm. Harry quickly pushed his sleeve down and his eyes snapped up to meet Zayn's now worried stare. The look in Harry's eyes scared Zayn, it was something feral, something dangerous.

"Harry why would you-" Louis started but was cut off immediately.

"You son of a bitch" Harry growled deeply, his eyes welling with tears.

"Harry I'm so sorry..." Zayn whispered, his face distorting as he started to cry.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs. His words carrying throughout the entire house, echoing through every room. The three boys just stood their in silence. Zayn stared into Harry's eyes, his own very wide and becoming foggy with tears. He couldn't believe what Harry had just yelled. Crushed, he turned around and ran back into his bed room, slamming the door behind him.

"Harry..." Louis stepped away from his young friend, his previous sentence a shock to him. Harry started to cry and fell into Louis, pressing his face into the man's shoulder. "You'll be okay." Louis whispered, trying to soothe the boy's sobs, rubbing circles into his back.

"Everything all right?" Niall came rushing in from outside, he had heard the uproar and immediately stopped what he was doing, he was covered in mud. Louis looked him up and down before replying.

"I've got it under control, think you should go check on-" Louis sentence came to a halt as Harry spoke.

"Don't say his name." Harry whined, his voice sounding deep and painful, his face still pressed into Louis. Louis brought a hand up to tangle in Harry's hair, looking to Niall and gesturing to the up stairs with a jerk of his head. Niall took the hint and walked up the stairs, leaving muddy footprints behind him.

Louis rolled his eyes, still trying to calm Harry. Sometimes he felt that even though he acted the most immature in the group, at the end of the day he found himself caring for, and cleaning up after everyone. "Harry love, lets go get you cleaned up." Louis whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head.

Harry enjoyed all of it. He enjoyed the way she felt under his power. His hands, clasped tightly around her neck, him staring deep into her soul as her life seemed to be pulled from her body. And just before she'd pass out, he'd let her have another breath. He got a kick out of her gasping for air, begging for him to stop.

"You dirty slut. You should know better than to hit on strangers." He whispered into her ear, a grin on his face. "You never know who you might meet." And that was when it happened. The girl pulled a knife from her back pocket and tried to stab at Harry. Harry quickly brought her arm to an abrupt stop, grabbing her by the wrist. "Not a good idea." He laughed, releasing his grip on her neck, his hold on her wrist still remaining.