Over Again (A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Harry's pov

Matt walked in and straight over to me.

"It worked!" He sits beside me.

"What worked?" I narrow my eyes.

"Our plan." He smirks.

"What plan?" My eyes are slits now.

"Why we took you guys." He states and my brain freezes. What was he talking about?

"Louis I'm afraid couldn't 'live' without you. He always did over react." He laughs and my jaw hangs open. Seconds go by and silence fills the room.

Suddenly in a flurry of movement Matt is sprawled across the floor. Niall starts screaming at him and Zayn jumps up to pull him back down. I stay frozen.

**Flashback**

"What are we doing tonight?" Lou asks looking at the clock.

"We have a meal with our families." I remind him.

"Oh. At seven?" He seems really anxious about time all of a sudden.

"Yeah? Why you got a date?" I joke, heading over to the fridge.

"Yeah, actually I do." He moves towards me.

"With a very hot boy." He's very close now. I turn and lean into his kiss. The world inside my mind lights up like Christmas.

"Upstairs." I whisper in his ear and he nods. I don't know how we manage those stairs, but before either of us could think we were in bed. Me on top of Louis (A/N see Harriet I told you ;) ) where I belong.

"Do you think we'll be forever?" Louis asks biting his lip. I kiss them and reply

"Forever and ever and ever. I couldn't live without you."

**End of flashback**

Matt leaves clutching his arm and grumbling. I hear the boys talking, but can't concentrate on their words. I notice them buzzing around me, but Louis occupies my thoughts. Suddenly I jump up and rush into the bathroom. All my anger and sadness comes out in helpless sobs. I turn on the bath on full heat and stick my legs underneath. The burning sensation stings and before long they're blistering. I withdraw them and hunt through the cupboards for anything, anything I can use to hurt myself. I find a rusty razor and break the blade off. I flip the toilet seat down and run it down my arm, testing the sharpness. Assured it will hurt I rip off my shirt and slice my stomach. Blood rushes out and drips thickly down my legs, mixing with the tears. I sit in the bath and just cry. A new cut with every sob.

"Harry? Are you ok?" Niall shouts through. I ignore him and continue. A crash signifies his breaking down of the door, but I don't care. He picks me up and Zayn joins him, ripping the blade out of my hand. I didn't realise Niall was that strong. I close my eyes and see a black door. Why am I imagining a black door? Out of curiosity I open it in my mind and fall. Fall down a long, dark chute.

A/N HAIIIIIII OMG I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages!! I'll try and update more! And just to say the long, dark chute is to signify depression. Love you!