Pride {l.s.}

46- Blood

The Story So Far:
Louis is doing a large order of paintings for an anonymous guy, but he's worried about Harry who has been seeming more down than usual. Zayn recommends checking Harry's blood to see if it's something wrong with that. Louis gets a strange phone call from Harry where he can hear him crying.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

⚠️ MENTION OF SELF-HARM. DO NOT READ IF TRIGGERED ⚠️

"There's just like a lot of blood. I don't know-"

"How much blood? What did you do? What did you do, baby?" I get up so fast that my stool knocks over onto the floor. I don't even bother to put shoes on as I begin to run out the door.

"It's not that much, but I need you, Lou. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," I reply quickly and reassuringly. Fear settles into me as I sprint past Zayn and yell at him. "Harry needs my help! I'll call you later!"

Zayn simply nods his head, but I can see the concern on his face. With the conversation I just had with Zayn, I fear also what I'm about to see. Harry could be lying in the bathtub bleeding to death. I don't like to imagine him like that, but I swear that I can see his pale body shaking in fear as a pool of scarlet forms around him.

"I didn't mean to pull you away from work-"

"Haz, you're freakin' bleeding, and something is obviously wrong. I'm coming. Are you at home?"

"Yeah, I'm at home. I'm just so scared."

"It's okay."

I continue to reassure him the best I can as I run out of breath. My bare feet slap on the pavement and sting, but I don't care. All that matters is Harry. He needs me right now, and I told him that I will always be there. I wasn't there when he needed me earlier when he was having these thoughts, but I'm going to be there for him now. I will always be there for him. I hope that he knows that.

"I'm coming up the stairs right now. Do I need to call 911?" I ask hurriedly as I sprint up the stairs in his building. I don't want to get there and not be able to do anything. I don't know how serious we're talking.

"No, no, that won't be necessary. I... I'm just scared, Lou."

I run into the apartment at lightning speed. I'm happy for once that Harry tends to not lock the door. I stumble over myself as I drop my phone to the floor and call out for him.

"Harry? Baby, where are you?"

I make it to the bathroom before he can reply. He looks so small as he sits on the floor. He also looks so broken. His long brown hair is everywhere as if he has been pulling at it anxiously. It falls in front of his face. His long legs are bent, and I slide down and sit right in between them. I'm thankful for our size difference sometimes.

"Harry? Look at me. Please."

I look down to see Harry holding one of his wrists with the other hand. I can see the scarlet color seeping past his fingers. I reach over and grab a white towel that hangs from a rack. I pull it down. I gently pry Harry's hand off of his other arm. I can't tell how many cuts there are as the blood covers the majority of the area where he...

"Baby..."

"I'm sorry," a cracked voice replies. Harry finally lifts his head to look at me as I wrap his bloodied wrist in the towel and apply pressure. His bloodshot eyes show a sadness that I have never seen in him. It's everywhere. His sadness is in the way he hangs his head lowly and is shrinking in on himself. There are tears on his cheek.

"I-I just couldn't feel anything. I h-had seen it in a movie or something, and it helped for a moment. It cleared my mind. I don't know how... But there was so much blood. I couldn't make it stop. I couldn't make it stop. I couldn't-"

"Shhh," I whisper as I pull him closer to me. I lean my back against the cupboards below the sink. I pull Harry against my body, and he curls his large body up as he leans into me. "I got you, Harry. It's okay. I won't let you go."

Harry doesn't say much after that. I clean up his wrist the best I can from what I know about first aid. I clean his wound, and I find 3 cuts on his wrists. I feel a hole in my entire body as I throw away the blade that I find on the floor. It must have gotten really bad to have him resort to this. I wish I was there for him. Maybe I could've stopped this. I wrap his wrist in some gauze that I find. I make sure to wrap it tight enough to apply pressure but not too tight. I don't want it to hurt him.

With my help, we manage to get him into the bed. His body is heavy with exhaustion as I pull the blanket over him. He grabs onto my hand before I can walk away, but I won't walk away. I won't let him go. Without words, I know what he needs. I climb into bed beside him and pull the covers over both of us. I sit up slightly against the pillows, and Harry rests his head on my chest. His injured arm is thrown across my body, holding me down. When I finally think that he is asleep, I lift his wrist to my lips and give his injury a soft kiss.

"I should've been there for you," I whisper to him even though he is asleep. "I'll fix this, Harry. We'll fix this."

I slip Harry's phone off of the dresser beside me. He let me put my thumbprint in, so I open his phone with ease. I scroll through his contacts. My heart flutters at the blue heart emoji that is next to my name. The blue heart is there for my eye color. His name in my phone has a green heart.

I finally find the name I am looking for. I hesitantly click on the contact and call.

"Harry?" a woman answers the phone.

"This is actually Louis."

"Louis! Nice to finally meet you. I've been waiting to have him introduce us! He sent me the picture of you two at the pride parade and finally introduced you as his boyfriend! Now you better be good to my boy. He deserves the best," Harry's mom replies.

"Right, yes of course, Mrs. Styles."

"You can call me Anne."

"Right. Okay um, Anne, I actually wanted to talk to you about how your son deserves the best," I say into the phone. I nervously play with Harry's fingers. It's a habit we have developed when he lay in bed. I find his hands amazing with their tattoos and rings.

"Is everything okay, Louis?"

"No, ma'am, it's not. I wanted to talk to you about the mental health of your son."

A/N

For those who could not read this chapter due to triggering, I completely understand. There is a brief summary of what happened in this chapter in the next chapter. I did the best I could with this topic from personal experience, and I hope that it made sense.

And this is not pro-self-harm. I am very much against anyone getting addicted to this garbage. Talk to me if you ever need to, but please don't hurt yourself. I'm sorry for being a hypocrite with these things (4 days clean), but I'm trying. I'm fighting it and so should all of you.

xoxo raindropkiss1