Broken Pieces (Larry stylinson)

Ch. 5

(A/N) I'm not a native English speaker and blah blah blah. WARNING! there is selfharm in this chapter near the end, so if you don't like that, you are warned! and also this is a short chapter but hope you like it!❤️
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Harry POV.

I woke that morning, feeling horrible. I rolled out of bed, got some sweats on and made my way down the hall to the kitchen.

But I stopped, just before I reached the kitchen. I could hear voices. More specific, Emma and Louis. "You need to tell him!", I heard Emma say, and Louis sighed "No... I can't", he said. I was so confused. What did he need to tell, and to who? "Why not?", she said softly "I-I just can't Emma! He doesn't like me like that! He has a boyfriend", he whispered the last part "Louis I'm sure, he likes you too. He told me he didn't love him anymore", Emma said. And I felt like it was the right time to go in.

"Morning", I sighed, and combed a hand through my curls "Morning Hazza", my younger cousin said, and kissed my cheek "Did you sleep well?" she poured some hot water in to a cup. I shrugged "Meh, it was all right", I answered "What about you Lou?", I asked, and his head snapped up, and his eyes met mine "I'm sorry what?" he blushed "Did you sleep well?", I smiled "Uh-uhm... I-I'ts was all right", he stuttered.

"Louis, we need to talk", I said, when Emma left the kitchen "About what?", he said innocently "You know what I'm talking about", I whispered, not wanting Emma to hear anything "Harry, there is nothing to talk about. You have a boyfriend, and you were tired. It's okay I'm not mad", he said sassily. He stood up, and walked towards the door, but I stopped him "Lou", I said gently "No Harry, it's fine" he pushed by me, and in to the living room.

"Bye", he said, and the front door slammed shut.

I let out a heavy sigh.

"What's going on?", Emma asked, as she walked back, in to the kitchen "Did Louis leave?", I nodded, but I didn't say anything "Harry, are you okay?" she walked over to me, and placed a hand on my shoulder "M'fine", I whispered. I could feel her eyes on me "Hazza, I can see you're not", she turned me, so she could look in my eyes "Come on, let's go to the living room"

"So tell me what's wrong" I slowly looked up "What did you and Louis talk about?", I said in a small whisper "Not before you tell me what's—", I cut her off "What did you and Louis talk about", I said a bit louder "Harry I—", she tried, but I didn't give up "What did you talk about", she looked at me "H-Harry I can't, tell you that", she whispered "Why not?" I started getting a little annoyed "I promised, not to tell anyone!", she raised her voice, and I lowered mine, again "Harry I—he... he should tell you himself", she said. Her voice soft and calm again. I buried my head in my hands, and let out a frustrated groan "But how?!" she put a hand on my leg "You'll find out", she whispered. I laid my head on her shoulder.

Louis POV.

Harry almost kissed me...

That was the only thing I could think about, when I got home. I decided to take a shower, so I could think about something else.

I stripped down, and turned on the water. While I waited for the water to get warm, I stared at myself. I was ugly, I was fat, disgusting... Harry would never like me. I let my hand glide over the faded scars on my wrist. I started cutting a year ago, but I stopped three months ago.

I opened a drawer, and found a razor blade. I let the razor glide over my wrist, cutting the first line. I hissed in pain. I thought about all the things that was wrong with me, all the things the people at my old school called me. they were the reason we moved.

One word, one cut. Worthless, ugly, fat, disgusting. The people at my old school called me a fag, a nerd, stupid, I should kill myself, I was nothing, no one, would never love me!... And all of it was true.

Hot tears streamed down my face. 18 cuts. 18 cuts on my wrist. Bleeding. I wiped the tears away, and got in the shower, watching the blood wash away. When I finished my shower, I dried myself off, and wrapped my arm up.

I walked to my room, laying down on my bed. I closed my eyes. More tears running down my cheeks. I just wanted to be happy. To be loved. To be a child again.

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(A/N) As I said, this is was a short chapter, sorry. And the cutting part, I got inspired by myself, so yeah. if you cut or anything and you think, you're worthless, you're not! you're so much more! and I love you. I may still hurt myself, but i'm trying to stop! I love you! stay safe.❤️