Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

LOUIS' POV

"You told my mom?" Harry screamed, his hands gripping the blanket with all his strength. His breathing increased, and he angrily shook his head. Harry began saying something but only got out a few gasps before he stopped talking. He's probably figuring out what to say without making too much of a scene.

"I had no choice!" I defended myself, "You need help and I'm going to help you!"

"Telling my mom and having her worry about me is not helping anyone! I can't believe you right now Louis."

"I'm trying to save your life. We're leaving tonight."

Harry shook his head and knit his eyebrows together. "Have fun driving there by yourself."

I laughed and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Oh, Harry. Sorry, but you have no choice. I will drag you to her house if I have to."

"She's only going to baby me and cry nonstop! It's not going to help me! It's going to make me want to die even more."

"I was hoping that seeing Gemma and all your old friends again would change your mind. You have so much to live for and I hate that you can't see that."

"It won't. I don't have any old friends, anyway."

"You have family. And we don't know until we try."

-

I had to pack Harry's bag for him because he refused to pack it himself. He's really not looking forward to this. I honestly don't care if he wants to go or not, only because I know this will help him. I think I've finally found the thing to make Harry better. If his mom and sister can't help him, no one can. He needs to find the things that really make him happy and experience them again. To be honest, i'm not sure what those things are. He just needs to laugh again and be with the people that make him the happiest.

"Harry?" I looked over at him sitting on the bed next to me, "What kinds of things make you happy?"

"Why?" He asked, his head raising to look at me.

"Just wondering. We've never really talked about it."

"You make me happy."

"Clearly not happy enough," I mumbled to him. I was hoping he wouldn't hear it but he did.

"You have nothing to do with my choice about not wanting to live anymore."

"Then why won't you let me help you?"

"Because there's nothing to fix! I'm already damaged to the point of no return!"

"Harry, don't say that! You'll get better, it's just a matter of time."

"I don't want to get better!"

I ignored him and continued packing his clothes into his suitcase. He has no choice but to get better. I'm going to make sure he's never left alone for even a minute. I'll handcuff Harry and I together if necessary. He can't leave me. I have no idea what I'll do without him.

"Oh yeah," I began, "Anne wants you to call her before we leave.

"Why?"

"Because she wants to talk to you, Harry! She's scared!"

He scoffed. "Whatever. She can wait until we get to her house."

I stared at him and yelled his name angrily. "You just don't care about anyone else's feelings but yours, do you? She loves you and she's worried! How would you feel if your only son wanted to die? She thinks she's not being a good mother! You need to call her and tell her that's the exact opposite. She may not know exactly how you're feeling and neither do I, but I want to help you, Harry. You have people who love you so much and nobody will ever be able to replace you if you leave."

"I just want a hug right now."

I smiled, observing him for a few moments. "And a kiss?"

"If you insist."

I smiled and got up onto the bed next to him, gently wrapping my arms around his wounded torso. His head was placed in the crevasse of my neck and I felt little puffs of air hitting my skin. I drew mindlessly on his back and he looked up at me.

"I love you too, Lou."

"What?"

He laughed quietly and placed his head back on me. "You wrote the words 'I love you' on my back."

"I did?"

"You did."

I didn't even notice. I was too busy treasuring this moment that Harry's alive in my arms. Knowing him, we might not get another time like this.

"Don't leave me, baby," I cooed into his hair, "Life is worth living and I'll spend my whole life proving it to you."

-

HARRY'S POV

"Hi mom," I said as soon as I heard her gentle voice through the speaker.

"Harry, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied. I don't need her to worry about me.

"You don't sound fine. Louis told me everything."

"I know."

I looked over at my boyfriend sitting next to me and rolled my eyes. I can't believe he told my fucking mom. He knew she was going to flip out.

"I love you so much, Harry," She began crying, her words barely audible through her sobs.

"I love you too, mom. I'll see you soon, there's no need to cry."

"I can't help it! I'm so scared for you. I can't even imagine what you're going through."

"I already said I'm fine."

"Are you on any medication?"

I rolled my eyes and took in a deep breath to keep from getting mad at her. "I don't need medication."

"Have you tried any anti-depressants?"

"No. I don't need any of that shit."

She scolded me for my language. "What's Louis doing? Is he helping you through this?"

"Of course he is. He's the reason I'm here right now," I paused for a moment, "I would have died a couple of days ago without Louis."

My mom didn't say anything for a while and I heard her muffled sobs a couple seconds after. I hate that I'm putting her through this pain but she just doesn't understand. I have these demons inside of me that make suicide seem like a fun idea. I don't want to go through this pain anymore!

"Just come home, sweetie. I love you." She finally said before hanging up.

I gave Louis' phone back to him and ran my hand through my hair. This is going to be a difficult trip to my mom's house. I bet she won't stop crying for a week. Louis told me that she took all the locks off the rooms, even the bathroom. He also told me that none of them are going to leave me alone for even a minute. Fuck, this is going to suck.

I don't see how I'm going to get away with committing until we get back home.