Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 18

Chapter 18

I continued banging on the door and yelling at Harry to open the door until I heard his small voice from inside.

"Louis, there's no use. We're all going to die someday." Harry said excruciatingly slow.

"Harry, no!" I screamed, trying to open the door, "Please don't! I love you!"

No further responses came from him and my heart sank. "Harry?"

"Harry!"

"Please baby, open the door! I'm not ready to lose you," I continued, resting my head against his door. Somehow I know he's not gone yet, but if I don't get in there to him fast enough, it might only be a matter of minutes until he's going to commit. I don't know how he's going to do it, but I don't think I'll ever be prepared enough to find him lifeless on the floor. I couldn't handle it.

"Open the door right now!"

I heard a small noise from inside the room and I let out a sigh of relief. He's not gone yet. Soon after that noise, something shattered, causing all of us to jump. I assume it was his mirror.

"Liam, help me knock the door down," I instructed, standing back with him. Liam nodded his head and I watched as Nicole made her distance from us. I can tell she doesn't want to be involved with this and I don't blame her.

"Harry, stand back, we're coming in!"

Just as Liam and I began moving towards the door, Harry screamed.

"No! Don't come in!"

But it was too late. We already collided with his door, the hinges attached to the wall flying off.

The door landed on the floor with a loud bang, and I cringed at what I saw from inside the room.

Harry had pieces of shattered glass in his hands, cutting open the flesh on his upper chest. Blood drenched his whole upper body, pooling on the tan carpet below him.

"Harry no," I whispered as I made my way to him. What has he done to himself?

He looked up at me with his bright green eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. Dark purple bruises lined his arms and face and there's probably more bruises underneath the blood on his chest. The cuts were deep, but not quite as bad as the ones he had on his side. His curly hair was slightly slicked back with blood, probably because it kept getting in his way and his hands were bloody. He looks so sad and it broke my heart. Why does he have to do this to himself?

"Why?" was all I could ask him. I couldn't even form coherent words. This was all too much to take in.

"I want to leave, Louis," Harry hissed, his hand gripping around the sharp blade harder, making blood drip down from his hand.

"Stop it! Stop it right now!" I screamed at him, taking the glass shard out of his hand. I chucked it across the room and looked back at Harry. He was staring at the rug, his bloody hands tangled into his hair. His elbows were resting on his knees, his legs crisscrossed.

The cuts across his chest were still bleeding and I had no choice but to tear off my shirt. I felt like I'm just repeating the past and it's getting really tiring. I'm so done with this. I understand that Harry's miserable and wants to die, but I don't think he knows how badly he's going to hurt the people around him. I pressed the shirt to his chest and he didn't stop me, instead his hands came up and rested over mine.

"Please stop this," I told him, my eyes never leaving his face. I'm so afraid that I'll never see him blink or breathe again. He's not ready to leave; he hasn't lived his life to the fullest. I haven't seen or done as much as I wanted to with Harry by my side.

"I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"Just because you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive."

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"How'd you get those bruises?" I observed his body, huge bruises covering his arms and legs.

"How do you think?" He spit out, his words harsh, "I hit myself with things."

"Why?"

"What part of 'I'm going to kill myself' do you not understand?"

I didn't reply to him, I only shrugged my shoulders. I don't have enough patience or energy to fight with him.

"Why did you stop me?" He continued, covering himself up with my blanket. We're currently on the couch, watching some random movie that we've both become more than bored with. Nicole and Liam left a while ago, and they promised not to tell anyone about what they saw. I highly doubt they would say anything anyway, but I just want to make sure.

"You're not going to kill yourself. I don't care how bad you want to go."

"I don't see how it's your choice. This is my body."

I shook my head as I inspected the white bandage I placed over the wounds on his chest. Blood was already soaking through the bandage but I refuse to take Harry to the hospital again to get stitches. I don't need Harry freaking out and hurting the doctor again.

"You just don't get it, do you Harry?"

"Get what?"

"You're not only hurting yourself. You'll be hurting everyone around you as well. Anne and I would die right along with you! What would our fans think? They'll probably riot the rest of us for letting you do that,"

Harry quietly laughed and shrugged. "They won't miss me too much."

"Even if they don't, I will.

"You'll get over it sooner or later,"

"No I won't, Harry! You're the most important person in this world to me. You're the only person i've ever fallen in love with, and you're the only person that knows every single little detail about me. You're special, baby. I love you so fucking much. You can't leave me."

"Don't say that about me. It's not doing either of us any good. It's just going to make you miss me more when I'm gone."

I shook my head and took his hand in mine. "You're not going to leave me."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because we're going to stay at your mom's house," I told him, "She won't let you out of her sight."