His eyes shut tightly as his shirt lifted up, revealed his hip. Scars, tons of scars. some old and fainted, some new. The most recent one were just below his rib, it was a word.
gay
Tears flew freely from my cheeks, my mouth opened wide, no words coming out. His body shook even harder,his fingers loosening on the shirt before he dropped it, his damaged hip not covered fully.
"H-Harry prince.." I whispered, trying to fight back my own tears. I couldn't understand how someone so fragile, so.. so..perfect like Harry could do this. My heart just shattered at the little sob noises coming out of Harry's mouth.
"Why?" i finally stuttered out, after at least 30minutes of holding Harry, silent tears running down his cheeks.
" i cant be without you, they called me a.. a fag, that i shouldnt live, i shouldnt be in the band, i should die, im the thing wrong with the world. Louis i couldnt take it." He choked out, hiding his face in my chest. I lightly ran my finger pads over his scars. Then i bent down and kissed every,single, one.
"where are they?" i asked finally, turning to look at Harry, his ivory green eyes meeting mine.
"w-what?" he asked, his dark curls, falling into his eyes, causing my hand to reach up and brush them away.
"your razors."i whispered, standing up and pulling him up with me.
"b-bathroom.." he mumbled. i walked in and opened the drawer, tons and tons of razors, big and small, bloody or clean, layed there. i felt a pang in my hear before i took them all, flushing them down the toilet then rushing back to Harry, who was shaking like a leaf, holding himself, his head down so his sloppy curls hung in front of his eyes.i stepped into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Never again." i whispered.
