Suicidal ➵ Larry Stylinson

nine.

"Louis, babe, you need to eat." Harry whined.

It had been a few days after Louis agreed to take the medication and he still refused to eat anything the doctors were trying to feed him. Harry kept pleading with him to eat something-even just the smallest bite- so they wouldn't take him away. Louis still wasn't having any of it.

"Louis, they'll put you on tubes or they'll take you away somewhere. Please just eat, it's not that hard. I'll eat it too if it helps." Harry pleaded, taking a bite of some of the food then holding the plastic spoon out for Louis to take, but he still wasn't having any of it.

"No, but apparently it's hard for you to leave me alone." Louis snapped, turning his head so that he could look at the raindrops out of the window. Louis loved the rain so much. He used to always play in the rain with Lottie when she was a little kid, but then she got older and realized she didn't need someone like him anymore. 

Harry groaned loudly, slamming his hand down on the table beside Louis' bed. "I've been trying to get you to eat for the past two hours. You never listen to me and I am trying to help you." 

"Maybe I don't need help, Harry. I already told you that I want to be alone." Louis never took his eyes off of the window as he talked to Harry. He kept replaying images in his mind about his childhood and sighed softly, remembering how happy he used to be. 

"If you want me to leave so bad, I will. I'll drop your stuff off at your mom's house. Niall warned me about you, he said you were a freak.  I don't know why i listened to him when he dared me to ask you out and ask for you to move in with-" That's when Harry knew he messed up.  Of course it was partially a lie, but he shouldn't have mentioned it to Louis, especially not with the state he is in right now.

Louis cut Harry off mid-sentence with a harsh glare, "Niall set you up to this?" Louis scoffed and rolled his eyes. Before Harry had a chance to take it back, Louis cut him off again. "Leave, now." 

Without another word, Harry grabbed his phone and left the hospital. He hoped that Louis would come back to their house so he could apologize, but he highly doubted that would happen. 

Louis got off of the hospital bed and went to the front desk and checked himself out. The only reason why he stayed for the past few days was because Harry made him. Now that Harry wasn't there, no one could stop him from leaving. 

Once he got checked out and he managed to find his way back to his mother's house, he got out the spare key he had and unlocked the door. The house had the same familiar smell, alcohol. 

"Mum, I'm home!" Louis yelled, knowing he wouldn't get a reply because his mother didn't care. Instead, he went upstairs to his bedroom and laid on the bed. He got his phone out, ignoring the texts that Harry sent him, and texted Sam, telling him that he needed to see him soon. 

He shoved his phone back into his pocket and went into the bathroom. He opened the cabinet and pulled out his old blade, throwing it in the trash. 

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." a voice spoke from behind him and Louis automatically recognized it as Sam. 

Louis sighed, "I know, but I need to get a new one. That one is dull now." 

Sam just hummed and grabbed Louis' hand, pulling him down the hall and into his mother's room. "She has a new boyfriend, he keeps a stack of razors on the top shelf." He said and pushed Louis towards cabinet. 

He reached inside and felt around for what felt like eternity until he felt a small box and quickly put it in his pocket and returned to the room. 

Twisting the blade between his fingers, he felt tears pricking at his eyes because of what Harry said. "Just wash him down with vodka." Sam laughed and leaned against his window seal. 

Maybe that's what got Louis to where he was now, Laying on the floor with empty bottles of alcohol and blood oozing from both of his legs and arms. He smiled at the familiar feeling and rubbed his fingers over his arms and legs, getting blood on them, and then staring at it. 

He heard his phone go off again, which Louis was surprised his phone wasn't dead yet, considering how much Harry was texting and calling him, and decided to answer the phone.

"Louis? Are you there? Please don't hang up, we need to talk." Harry pleaded, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears but Louis could care less. He wanted to ruin Harry as bad as Harry ruined him, and he would go through hell and back to do that. 

Louis started giggling into the phone, even though most of his words were slurred, "I love you, Harry. You're so adorable. You're also such a liar." 

The phone was silent for a little while before Harry spoke up, "Have you been drinking? Louis, I need you to come back home so-" 

"I'd rather drink my weight in vodka before I ever think about seeing you again. I hate you." 

Harry let out a small laugh, "Considering you're starving yourself, you probably won't be drinking that much." 

And with that, Louis hung up the phone and started crying. He felt like everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong. He was used to being alone, but then Harry showed up and gave him a little bit of hope that things might actually get better.

That was his fault for believing him. 

Louis grabbed the pack of razors and shoved them into his pocket, along with his phone, and went downstairs, grabbing a new bottle of vodka. "Come on, Sam, we're going somewhere." 

this is so messy, i hate myself. 

anyways, i know i said i would follow everyone on instagram but im just so lazy. mine is emaciatedlove, if anyone wants to be friends on there. :)