*Louis' POV*
What I saw when I looked up was shocking to no end. Zayn, Liam, and Niall were all crying. Zayn had his mouth covered with his hand, trying to choke back a sob. It didn't help at all. I looked at them shocked and stuttered out a barely audible, "Y-y-yo-ou d-d-don't h-hate m-me?". Liam looked at me shocked, with tears still running down his face. They all shook their heads vigorously. "Lou, can we see your arms pl-please?" Liam asked nervously. I looked at him shocked for a second before rolling my sleeve up slowly. All three of them gasped when they saw the angry red scars. "So this is why you never went swimming with us?" Niall asked, quietly. I laughed out loud, "Yes Nialler, that's why I never went swimming with you." I somehow managed to say during my laughing fit. The boys were looking at me like I had three heads. "Why are you laughing? You were bawling your eyes out a minute ago." Zayn asked with a weird look on his face. I slowly calmed my laughter, and shrugged. " We have to confront Harry about this." Liam said standing up I quickly threw my hand out, grabbing his wrist and yanking him down back to is seat on the couch next to me. He and the other boys gave me questioning looks. "What.. Why cant we confront him?" Niall asked, confusion clear in his voice, making his Irish accent more prominent. I sighed, my shoulders slumping. "If we confront him, it will just make it worse for him." I looked up, to see three faces with confusion written across their faces. "It will be worse for him, because he'll feel like were judging him, even if were not, that's just what you think. You cant help it, your brain just keeps telling you that your worthless. That your pathetic, ugly, fat, anything. You try to disagree, but you just cant. Its impossible." The boys slowly start to nod their heads, one by one slowly processing what I had told them. Niall looked me straight in the eyes, and said "What to we do then?"
*Harrys' POV*
I had been up for about an hour now, with still no sign of Louis coming back. All of a sudden my phone goes off. I sign reaching over to my night stand, wincing when the skin of my stomach stretched. I grabbed my phone and looked at who sent me a message. I started shaking as soon as I saw the name, Eleanor. I slowly unlocked my phone, going to the messaging app. I was totally unprepared for what I saw. There were at least ten pictures attached to the message. I reluctantly clicked on the first, almost dropping my phone from shock, tears brimming my eyes. The picture was of Eleanor, and Louis, making out in a club. The rest where basically the same thing. I exited out of the pictures and read the caption she sent with it, 'Sleep well HazzaBear<3' Right then I knew that Louis had sent the messages off of her phone. I couldn't take the pain of loving someone who didn't love me back. I slowly stood up from my bed, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I filled the kettle and put it on the stove, getting the tea bags out. I sit at the kitchen table, mind wandering to why Louis would ever love me. 'I'm fat' 'I'm ugly' 'He's straight, I'm gay' 'I'm not Eleawhore' My mind kept telling me to kill myself, I kept trying to tune it out but it just wouldn't go away. I eventually started shaking, badly. I got up on shaky legs and turned the stove off, completely losing my appetite . I slowly walked up the stairs and to my bed room, still on shaky legs. I sat on my bed, rocking back and forth slightly, trying to calm my panicked breaths, to no avail. The voices just wouldn't stop! Before I knew it I was standing in my bathroom, blood trickling down my arms. That was the first time I had ever cut on my arms. I took my phone out of my pocket and pulled up the messaging app. I slowly typed, aware of the blood dripping onto the floor and into the sink. 'Dear Lou, I know this seems pathetic, and I admit, it is. I just cant stand this pain anymore. Of loving someone who doesn't love you back. I'm so sorry Louis. I love you, more than normal. I have been IN love with you for almost three years, the day we met at the X-Factor, in the bathroom. You remember? You were fixing your hair when I walked in, the only thing I saw where your bright blue eyes of yours. You turned around and extended your hand, saying in a very excited voice "Hi!!!! I'm Louis William Tomlinson! What's your name?" I swear Louis, your voice right then and there made me want to snog you. I'm sorry for what I'm about to do Louis, but I just don't belong here anymore, I'm sorry if I let you down at all. Please tell the boys I love them and I'm sorry. Have fun with Eleanor. I love you BooBear. Love HazzaBear<3' I read over it before hitting send. I grabbed the bottle of pills out of the cabinet and spilled about fifteen in my hand, filling up the cup that always sits on my bathroom counter. I took them three at a time. I took the razor and made about three really deep cuts on my wrists making sure to cut a vain. I lost my balance and fell to the floor, getting really dizzy. By now I was laying in my own puddle of blood, seeing double. I knew I was as good as dead when I saw my grandpa, who died when I was seven. "Hi granddad." I said with a huge smile. "You can only stay for a while Harry." He said, reaching out to grab my hand. "W-w-why only for little bit?" I asked, voice quivering. "Lets just say, your needed down there." Hi finished, and the tone of his voice told me not to ask any questions, so I just nodded.
*Louis' POV*
I smiled like a mad man while reading the beginning of the text I just got from Harry. I'm pretty sure the boys think I'm crazy, but I don't care!! The man I love just told me that he loves me to. Then I got to the part that said 'I'm sorry for what I'm about to do Louis, but I don't belong here anymore.' I knew exactly what he meant, though I kept reading. 'I'm sorry if I let you down at all. Please tell the noys I love them and I'm sorry. Have fun with Eleanor. I love you BooBear. Love HazzaBear<3.' That's when I broke down, I threw my phone across the room, scaring the boys at my actions. "We need to get to my flat. NOW." I said standing up and walking out the door. The boys following closely behind. "Louis? What's wrong?" Liam asked from the doorway. "Liam. I am NOT going to repeat myself. We NEED to get to mine and Harrys flat, NOW. NOW GET IN THE GODDAMNED CAR AND DRIVE THERE!" I said, yelling the last sentence.
