Harry collapsed on his bed, four hours later. He was breathing hard and his heart was racing. After composing himself he looked around the room and realized, Louis was nowhere to be found. Glad that he was alone Harry grabbed a pair of clothes, and his blade, before proceeding into the bathroom to take his shower. He finished his shower and slipped his boxers and a shirt on. He sat on the edge of the tub and let his thoughts and his blade take over.
Worthless
He slashed his skin with the blade.
Ugly
Another cut.
Fat
A third cut.
This went on until he had seven new cuts, adding to his already cluttered skin. He sighed, contentedly, and stopped the blood. Harry could hear Louis entering the room and slipped into his pants quickly. He finished putting on his belt and slipped the blade into his pocket. Walking out of the room he saw Louis sitting on his bed, tears falling down his cheeks.
"You okay, Lou?" Harry asked, gently.
Louis must have been deep in thought because he jumped at the sudden words, " I'm just worried about you Haz."
"Oh," Harry muttered, his anger returning, "how about we change the subject."
Louis seemed to notice that it really wasn't a question. It was a command.
"We have to leave for the concert in a little less the a half an hour."
Harry nodded, happy that the subject was off of him.
"Haz?" Louis asked, hesitating slightly.
"Hmm?" Harry replied.
"You will tell us, right?" Louis continued, "If something is wrong, I mean."
Harry gritted his teeth and muttered a quick, "of course," before slipping his headphones out of his suitcase and putting them into his ears.
"Haz?"
No response.
"Haz!"
Still nothing.
"Haz if you don't get your fat arse up now I'm going to tell everyone that you're gay in the next interview!"
Harry stuck his tongue out at Louis, but slipped his headphones and phone into his pocket. He got up slowly, attempting to decrease the dizziness. It helped, some. He looked at Louis, who was now laughing hysterically, and raised an eyebrow.
"Care to let me in on the joke?" Harry asked.
