Path of Destruction

Path of Destruction: Prologue

Warning: This fanfic will contain scenes of self harm

Harry was always referred to as the sneaky one of the group. His band mates would often joke of his sly nature. However, to what extent they were unaware of.

If only they knew of the secrets he had bottled up inside of him, the secrets continuously tearing him apart. If only they knew of the path he was creating; the path of destruction slowly being laid out in front of him.

Harry knew. He knew it was only a matter of time before the truth came out. The web of lies had to come undone. 

Harry did wonder how the lads had never caught on. How could one contain the secrets of their own pain and suffering under a set of bracelets?

He had become used to his regular routine of hurt and disappointment. He had become so comfortable and set in his ways that he began to relieve his pain with ease, almost mindlessly.

Harry and the rest of the boys sat down to watch a film on their first day off in weeks in his apartment that he shared with his bestfriend Louis. Lately Harry had been feeling completely worn down. His usual feeling of not being good enough were ever so present. He had to relieve the pain and he had to do it quick.

He quickly got up and informed the lot that he was going to change into something more comfortable, his statement was returned with grunts of acknowledgment from the boys who were engrossed in the film in front of them.

Harry made his way to the bathroom and picked up his regular tool of choice from the cabinet in front of him.

As he proceeded to slide the razor down his arm he felt comfort in finally having a source of pain that he was in control of. It made him feel powerful.

But he couldn’t deny the sensation of weakness that rushed over him. He deserved this. He needed to be punished. He wasn’t good enough. He wasn’t good enough for his family. He wasn’t good enough for the fans. He wasn’t good enough for the band. But most of all, he would never be good enough for Louis.