You Can't Stop Love

Lost

Ok... this chapter is gonna be sad. It's going to be about Louis, and some chapters in the future may be about him having suicidal thoughts. I'll never go into detail about this, but if you don't want to read about that stuff, I'll warn you before the chapter. I know you guys may not like stuff like this, but I think it would make you really feel what Louis is going through.

This chapter will not be bad, so everyone read it because there will be critical information.

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Louis's POV:

It hurts. He said I disgust him. How could he say that? How could anyone say that? He's... he kissed me. He kissed me, yet I disgust him? It doesn't make any sense... it doesn't... I don't get it.

I don't get a lot of things. Why am I so sad? Because I liked him a lot. Was I in love with him? Maybe.

Here I am, in my room, on my bed, just like I have been ever since I went to Harry's. My friends have tried to get me out of bed, but I just won't. I only get up to shower and go to the restroom. I haven't eaten. I have a mini fridge next to my bed filled with waters.

"Louis?" I hear a small voice whisper. It's her. Eleanor. "What? Get out!" I scream at her. Her eyes start to water, but she gulps and continues. "I know you're hurting, but that's not my fault. It's Harry's. Louis, we need to go to someone. I'll come with you, but you have to see someone." She finishes and gulps again; afraid I'm going to explode. "Okay." She's surprised, and honestly, so am I. "Oh, um, okay. Let's go. Now." She awkwardly turns around, and I follow her.

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"Okay Louis, I'm going to ask you a series of questions, I want you to answer them honestly. Okay?" I nod my head. This office is plain white; everything.

He asks me a lot of questions. Questions involving my sleep, recent events, and a bunch of other stuff. After he was done, he left the room. He was gone for a long time, and I was alone. They didn't let Eleanor in.

"Louis." Eleanor walks in, tears in her eyes. "You..." She starts, but the man interrupts her. "Louis, on a scale of 1-65, how sad do you think you are?" It's a random question, one I don't want to answer. "I don't think there's pain greater than what I feel right now. 65." The doctor sighs. "I gave you a depression test. 1-10 was not depressed, just sad. 11-25 was slight depression. 26-46 was moderately depressed. And, 47-65 is severely depressed."

No.

"Louis, you scored a 63."