*louis pov*
I picked up my phone, Harrys number was on speed dial..
I clicked the button.. Hoping for a answer..
*harrys pov*
I heard my phone buzz in my back pocket, I was standing infront of the mirror.. Looking at my horribule reflection, I reached my hand down and grabbed my phone.. I looked at the contact and saw his name..
Louis..
I answered the phone, Starting to tear up.. "h-hello?"
I heard his cracking voice
"h-ha-harry?"
"Y-yes lou.."
"h-how have you been l-love?"
Tears slide down my cheeks as he called me that name.. "B-bad.. Yourself?"
"bad.."
"oh.. im sorry to hear that.. whats wrong?"
"i havent been eating" his weak voice said softly "whats wrong with you?"
"im marking my wrists"
Louis was quiet for a moment, Taking in what i have just told him.. He spoke up..
"w-what?"
"cutting.."
I heard louis' soft voice started to sob, I waited what seemed like for hours, Listeing to his soft crys.. He spoke up and said "d-do you wanna come o-over?"
I nodded quikcly as my stomach dropped "y-yeah that'd be amazing"
He chuckled and hung up the phone, I put some clean cloths on and left the house, Hoping into my car with a smile on my face..
