The reason is you (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 *Simon’s POV*

Song: "Hey Brother", by Avicii

"Hey, sister, know the water's sweet but blood is thicker. Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you, there’s nothing in this world I wouldn't do."

Poor Harry. He really was like a son to me. I mean, all the boys were, but Harry just… I suppose being the youngest he was the closest to me. After he had exited the room I turned to the boys with a sad face.

“Boys, I am really disappointed in you. You are supposed to look after each other, not to be like… this. How come you didn’t notice that Harry suffers from depression?”

“Wait, WHAT? He’s depression? What the fuck? Why didn’t he tell me?!” Louis yelled.

“Well, maybe because he thought you didn’t care? Ever thought about that? I mean it is so obvious that there’s something wrong with him that even the fans noticed. So why didn’t you?” I said.

“I did.” Liam whispered.

“What?” Louis turned to him, pale as ghost.

“Yeah, I noticed. I mean it really was obvious, wasn’t it? He would stay in his room for hours… or in the bathroom. Never laugh… never talk.”

Then it sunk in: “Wait, what did you say? In the bathroom? Please tell me, he didn’t lock himself in the bathroom!” I said, as pale as Louis now.

“Yeah… why?” Liam asked.

I cursed and ran out of the room, yelling: “You wait here!”

*Harry’s POV*

I dried my eyes after my break down. Suddenly the door of the car was open brutally and a freaked out Simon came in.

“Is everything ok?” I asked with a raspy voice.

“Show me your wrists, Harry”

I stared at him completely shocked. He… what? I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I could only watch his movements as he slowly grabbed my arms and with shaking hands pulled up my sleeve. I closed my eyes.

“Good God…” he whispered. “Harry, why didn’t you tell me? Or the boys?”

I laughed dryly: ”What should I have said, huh? They don’t care in the slightest, I’ve understood that only now. I thought that maybe, maybe there was a little hope for me and the boys, to get our friendship back… Or even for me and Louis…But there isn’t, there never is, is there? Hope is just something made up by society! ‘Couse in the end, I am always simply and utterly alone. Always…”

“But Harry! There is always hope! Always! It does exist! You just have to believe and to search! In the end you’ll find it. It may take a while, yes… And the way to find might seem impossible, but you have to stand up and face your enemies!”

“Whatever Simon, can we go?” I asked annoyed.

“No.”

“What?”

“I’m not letting you go home, Harry. You’re staying here to get help!”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t need help! I just need space!” he was crazy, he had to let me go!

“Maybe… But you’re not getting space, you’re running away from your problems! Try to understand that I want the best for you Harry! Please!”

I sighted, knowing I wouldn’t win this argument, and leaned back into the seat, closing my eyes.

“Fine. Just know that I’m not happy here.”

Simon had a pained look on his face as he said:”I know. That’s why I’m sending you on a secluded place with the boys. No phones, no computer, no TV, no paparazzi or fans. Just you five.”

“Great!” I huffed crossing my arms on my chest.

“Harry, please just try to get better ok? Just…please. For your sake.”

“Can’t promise you anything”

“I know. Now you wait here and I’ll get the boys.” He said, a sad smile on his face.

“No need for that, Si.” Liam said from outside the car.

“Oh, well then, get in the car, Harry will explain to you what’ll happen next.” Simon said and turned away, going back to his studio.

I mentally groaned, now I had to talk to them…

“Harry? What is that on your wrist?” Niall asked carefully, reaching out to grab my arm.

I glanced down and pulled my sleeve back down.

“Nothing.” I said calmly looking out of the window.

“Harry! Tell me!” Niall tried again.

“I said: It. Was. Nothing.” I said calmly but with a thread in my voice.

“Harry, my god! Would you just speak with us?!” Zayn suddenly yelled at me.

I shrunk back in my seat, suddenly afraid of him. But then again, why should I be afraid? I was stronger than him. So, no problem.

“Can you just stop playing the victim for one second?” that pushed it too far. Defiantly.

My snapped up “What did you say?” I whispered, trying to contain my anger.

“Zayn… let it go.” Liam said putting a hand on his shoulder. But Zayn just shrugged it off and said: “I said: Can you stop playing the victim for one second!”

“That’s it” I said and scrambled up, ready to beat him up. I had breaking point, too. But before I could jump out of the car a heavy weight pushed me back into my seat. That weight was sobbing into my shoulder and clinging onto my shirt, as if his life denpendet on it. Louis.

He put his arms around me, as if he was afraid I was going to disappear.

“Oh Lou.” I whispered, hugging him back and rocking him back and forth on my lap. Not sparing another glance at Zayn. All that mattered in my mind was Louis.

“Don’t leave, Harry! Don’t leave me! I need you!” he whimpered. He sounded so pained it broke my heart seeing him like this.

“Shhhh, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, love.” I soothed him, cursing me for that petname that slipped out of my lips.

“Well? Are you going to stand there all day, or can we go? Simon’s sending us away for a week.”  I said to the three boys standing outside perplexed looks on their faces.

"Uh, yeah, sure" Liam said and , Zayn and Niall folling him, entered the car.

"Harry..."Zayn started, but I cut him off: "I know. It's ok."

He smiled thankfully and I saw the regret in his eyes.

That was how it worked for us. We understood each other just by looking in the others' face. We were a true family. Nothing could separate us. We would do anything for each other and we could trust each other completly. I just didn't understand that at that time. 

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CLIFFHANGAAAAAAAAA! I'm sorry... (not really :)) At least I updated! I SWEAR it won't take that long for the next update. I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!

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