new beginnings | l.s

08 | 'burn, baby, burn.'

Harry seemed to spend the next week in his room in silence, he wouldn't talk to anyone, he wouldn't get out of bed.

He wouldn't even have a beer when Zayn offered him one, he'd refuse and just lay there staring at the ceiling.

It was clear he missed Louis, although he didn't understand what he did wrong yet. All he knew was that Louis left and never came back, without a reason.

Harry fell into a depression, his thoughts became dark and his sadness started to take over his physical appearance.

He was noticeably skinnier and paler, he was becoming unhealthy both mentally and physically.

He never let anyone in his room, not even his own mother nor his sister when they came to visit him. He just lay there, sometimes he'd cry himself to sleep, or even just cry to himself.

He felt broken, he felt alone. Really it was his own fault that he felt lonely as he never let anyone in, but it was the loss of his best friend that made him feel broken.

He missed him, he knew that much. All he could think about was when he'd quiff his hair a little and wear that yellow jacket, he looked beautiful.

But now all Harry had was memories and images in his head.

He felt tears well up in his eyes, soft droplets of sadness rolling down his cheeks as he thought of him. His heart shattered. He'd never missed someone like this, ever, he never thought he'd have to miss Louis like this.

He silently prayed for him to come back, he held his knees and rocked himself. Soon, he heard his door open and he glanced up.

It was Louis.

All life came back to his body as he ran over, murmuring utter bullshit as he tried to hold onto the other boy. But his hands went straight through.

He watched him walk past him and sit on the bed, again he tried to hug him but his hands simply passed through. "Louis?..." he felt his heart break even more as the boy disappeared.

He just stood there and stared at the bed, tears dropping to the floor as he breathed out shakily and slumped himself against the wall. He held his knees again.

"I miss you." he whispered and buried his face in his knees, clenching his jaw. "You broke me." his whisper became a mutter as he stood up and looked around his room.

He spotted the things Louis had got him, picking up a small glass snow globe. Louis had got him this on their second date, really it was a joke present but Harry loved it.

Then the snow globe shattered on the wall, he'd thrown it. He began throwing everything else, everything broke. There was glass everywhere, he picked up a teddy bear.

It had their initials on it. He traced his fingers over the stitched lettering, anger filling him as he flicked his lighter and burnt straight through the bears belly.

He dropped it.

The smell of burning wool filled the house sure enough while Harry sat himself in the corner and watched, the flames mirroring against his emerald green eyes.

"What the fuck-." Zayn muttered from downstairs, before coming to a realisation. "Harry." he grumbled and ran up, opening Harry's door and seeing him in the corner.

His eyes soon flicked to the fire that was burning from a tiny teddy, it had caught the curtains and sprawled itself across the bed.

"Harry!" he shouted and Harry looked over, his eyes showed heart break and sadness. Zayn grabbed his hand and pulled him out, the pair were soon outside. "I know you're upset but please talk to me.

Harry just stared at the raven haired boy in front of him, he shook his head and heard the fire engine arrive. Water was sprayed into the house from those powerful water hoses they have. Police, and an ambulance arrived too.

Harry felt two metal cuffs surround his wrists, he had no emotions nor did he have any energy to resist. He just sat in the car and felt tears run down his cheeks again.

He glanced out the window and saw Zayn talking to officers, he couldn't hear them but he was a pretty good lip reader.

"What happened? You think he just snapped?" the officer said to Zayn, raising an eyebrow and tapping his notebook with his pen.

"I don't know, his boyfriend left him a while ago I think he's depressed. So yeah, maybe he did snap. I'm not sure." Zayn replied, he tried to keep quiet although he knew Harry couldn't hear him.

"We have to mentally assess him, you know that right?" the officer asked calmly and Zayn nodded. He frowned. The officer patted Zayn's shoulder and got into the car.

"Mentally assess me?" Harry asked, his voice cracked and he started breathing heavily. He gripped the handcuffs which held his wrists together and he locked his jaw into place.

"You just set your room on fire with no other motive than to set it on fire, maybe harm yourself." the officer replied and looked through the mirror that showed a very irritable boy in the back. "Stay calm."

"Fuck you." Harry grumbled and gritted his teeth, struggling in the handcuffs. Another officer sat in the car and seemed to hold Harry down.

As they drove away, Harry made eye contact with Zayn. A rush of guilt took over Zayn's mind and body, swallowing hard.

Harry was broken.
In so many more ways than one.

| Do you feel bad for Harry?
Do you think it was his fault that Louis left? Do you think Harry is slowly snapping? |

I fuckin' love drama.