*harrys pov*
"one cut, Two cut, Three cut, Four.."
I dropped the blade, With blood pouring from my pale skin..
"he doesnt love you.."
Tears slide down my cheeks.. 5 months since my love has left me.. I now live alone.. In a small house..Im so lonley. My only friend is the blade
I sighed and wiped the blood off of me, I put the blade back in the cabit.
Louis hasn't been contacting me for months. I think he's forgot about me. I havent done anything that wrong, Hes over reacting..
*louis pov*
I went from being a bit chubby to now skin and bones.. My body hurts.. I havent got out of my wheel chair in days, I havent eaten, Im started to get weak. Everything is dark.. I made a mistake.. I shouldn't of left harry. I over reacted.. Maybe i should call him
No..
He probally hates me.. I haven't talked to him in months..
Should i?
No..
yes..
NO!
