Depressed and Suffering

Chapter 3

Louis' POV

After Harry had his 'cleanup', and after I peed, we sat and watched some more TV.

Harry insisted on watching the X-Factor; I protested but he won in the end.

"Damn that guy's good." He remarked, nodding at the TV.

"Yeah.. but I liked the other guy. You know, the one before this kid." I said, laying back and relaxing. I checked the time 7:56 PM.

"But this guy is bloody brilliant, right?" Harry mumbled, getting up and switching the TV off.

I got up as well, extending my arms up for a stretch.

"I'm kind of sleepy." Harry whispered, walking into one of the two bedrooms. I followed him slowly, not sure what to do.

Harry looked over at me, his hands grabbing the hem of his t-shirt. "Yeah?"

"I-erm-uh-where do I-sleep-or stay?" I stuttered, knowing if I had come later he would've been shirtless.

Keep your thoughts under control.

"You're staying over?" Harry asked, pulling the shirt off. I forgot about everything for a while; I just stared at his back muscles.

"Louis."

"Erm, yeah. I brought a suitcase for a reason." It came our ruder than I expected.

Harry nodded. "I have a guest bedroom.. I guess you can stay there. It's like two doors down- erm - past the laundry room." He crawled into his bed. "Goodnight Louis."

"Goodnight Harry."

I left his room, closing the door on my way out. I grabbed my suitcase and took it into my room, where I opened it and took out some clean boxers. I might have peed myself when Harry took his shirt off. 

I went to lock the door and soon realized the lock was broken. I sighed and went to the guest bathroom and switched on the lights.

I let out a small gasp. 

There were blood stains on the floor, the wall, the shower, and even in the sink. 

Was there a murder in here?

Goddammit Louis stop being an idiot.

I pulled open a drawer, and let out a small shriek. There were blades everywhere.

"Oh Harry," I choked out. "What have you been doing?"

My eyes were blurred with tears. I used the palm of my hand to dry the tears up, and I sniffled. I left the bathroom and jogged to Harry's bedroom. I opened the door slightly; checking to see if he was awake. He wasn't.

I tip-toed into his bathroom, and opened the lights. I knew I shouldn't be doing this; but I did anyways.

I pulled open the drawer and burst out crying.

There were blood stains on the wood. There were blades and knives, there were pills. I sunk to the floor and let out a small sob; I noticed a blood stain under the bathroom mat. 

"Harry," I cried softly. "Why?"

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