Long Live Us

Chapter Four

(Harry's POV)

I was currently sitting in Starbucks waiting for Louis, as he said he would meet up with me for a coffee.

I had been there for over an hour, waiting on him. I decided I might as well just call him to make sure he didn't forget anything.

ri-

"hello?"

"Louis? it's Harry, where are you?"

"Oh!  Hey, Harry. Crap, I totally forgot about Starbucks. I'm with Eleanor right now. How bout I come by your house later tonight and we can hang?"

"it's cool Lou, we'll just hang out another day..."

"Hazza, c'mon-"

and with that, I hung up.

I had tears welling up in my eyes. It hadn't been the first time I had been ditched, but i definitely didn't want to be ditched by the one person who would cheer me up when I was.

I got up and headed for my car. I busted it home, not wanting to deal with people right now. I slammed my car door shut and rushed inside. I rushed past my mom and Gemma and locked my bedroom door.

I plopped down on my bed and screamed into my pillow. I instantly started sobbing.

I was having such a hard time right now. My parents getting divorced a few months ago instantly took affect on me. Not having a father figure around,and then being surrounded by girls.

That brings me to my next problem. Gemma's leaving for college in 2 weeks. She's my only sibling. I know we fight all the time, but I could never imagine my life without her.

And then there's Louis. My god I just, I don't even know how to explain it really. One minute, we're watching a movie, and then I stare into his eyes, and I feel like I love him.

I know what you're thinking, I'm a guy. I'm just so confused about everything right now, and I feel like no body cares about me anyways. I'm always Louis' second choice. He's always with Eleanor and it drives me mad.

After I sob in my pillow for about 20 minutes, I get up and walk to my bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror. My hair is lifeless with no volume. Pale skin, eyes bloodshot, etc.

I stare at myself for a good 5 minutes before thinking of something devious and stupid, but at the time, I just really didn't care.

I pulled out my razor from my drawer and examine it, and the old blood stains.

I slice it firmly across my wrist, not even feeling the pain.  I repeat it over, and over again.

I now have 7 fresh cuts seeping with blood.  I start getting light headed and feel as if I've had enough.  I run my cuts under the sink and it eventually stops bleeding. Satisfied, I put the razor back in the drawer and stumble back to my bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling.

"Harry?" I heard a muffled voice come through the door.

"Go away mum, please" I grumble through gritted teeth.

I hear the turn of my door and there pops up the one and only Louis Tomlinson.

"what are you doing here? shouldn't you be with Eleanor?" Iasked annoyed.

he stood there frozen, just staring at me.

"I asked you a question Tommo, why are you here?" I asked again in the same tone as before.

again, only silence.

"Louis!" I yelled, making him jump.

"Harry, yo-y-you c-cut?" he stuttered.

oh crap, he saw...