Save My heart {Larry}

Now Were Undone.

HEY LOVES! oh jebus! i cont even believe that i have over 200 reads!!! EEEEEEEEE FANGIRLL HOLLLAAAAA :)

This chappie is very sad :'( but it needed to be done, it might be broken but it will be fixed i swear! I tossed in some Louis P.O.V ;) weeee i love me some Louis Tomlinson ;) Harrys on the other hand was the hardest to write. it was so personal and so hard, i tears up very much. OH AND NOTE, cutting is so far from a joke, so dont think im taking what im wirting lightly, because believe me, im not...

I hope you injoy this chappie, its kinda short i guess, next one will be much much much longer! i hope my writing can make you feel this, Comment, vote, share, ect ect. Much love!

~Sarah-Jean

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Louis’ P.O.V ( muwah;) )

Your probably wondering what is mentally wrong with me. Why I’m such an ass to Harry? How I could kiss him then tell him it was a mistake? You know how in that one song, it says ‘I’m a little drunk on you’ well, that’s I how I feel when I’m around Harry. I can’t think straight, I get so happy and I can’t help but smile. I know I shouldn’t have kissed him, but I could help myself, he was so close to me and I just had to. Now he is probably on the phone in his room with Caroline. Even thinking her name made me cringe…

*Flashback*

I sat in the living room, just staring at the blank tele screen. I knew she was up stairs with him. I know it shouldn’t bother me, but honestly, how could it not? She was like 15 years older than him. I could barely look at her, he deserved so much better, Harry is an amazing person, and more amazing then I think he realizes. He is a weird kind of perfection. Sure, he has flaws, but they make him stand out and it honestly takes my breath away. He should be with someone who loved and cared for him, someone who didn’t remind him of his flaws, and someone who didn’t have to fuck him every time she saw him and someone who wasn’t using him. I hate, hating her. She is nice to me, but I just act so coldly around her, I know it bothers Harry, so I try and act nice.

I could hear sounds from upstairs, Louis. Don’t do it, don’t go up there, you know it will only hurt you of course I ignored my brain and slowly made my way upstairs. I was surprised to see his door was open. I mean he always closed his door when they were ‘hanging out’. I looked in not seeing anyone. Then I heard more noise come from my room. Oh fuck no. He is not doing it with that slag in my room! I stomped into my room but not seeing them. Then I heard it. I could hear Harry’s moans from my bathroom. Really, they had to be in MY bathroom. I almost gagged at hearing Caroline’s groan. I honestly threw up in my mouth. The door was opening; I dove behind my bed and lay behind it. I peeked over my bed, seeing grandma walk out from my bathroom. Well ill need to scrub that place spotless. I saw her half blonde, half brown hair, pieces sticking to her face. I once again almost puked. She had red skirt on with a white and blue striped shirt on… HAH! Bitch no one copies the sass masters look.

“Bye love.” Her voice made me glare into her. God I felt so guilty acting like this, I know Harry was happy with her. When ever he was with her, he would smile that smile he does, and I would watch, my heart breaking knowing I wasn’t the one making him smile like that. One look from her and his whole mood would change, I think that’s why I didn’t like her, because she could make him feel things I couldn’t, he was always happy with me, but not like her. She has everything I didn’t. I guess I didn’t hate her, I envied her.

Next thing I knew I was sitting down stairs, he stayed upstairs. I just sat there. This moment in time, this second, was when I realized was in love with Harry Styles.

*End of Flashback*

I sat on the couch still, the sobs from Harry upstairs ended. It was quiet now. I wanted to go up there, and tell him I was stupid, that the kiss was the best thing that has ever happened to me, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I had to distance myself now. His words were burning in my mind ‘I love you Louis Tomlinson. But right now, I have never hated someone so much’ I know your probably thinking I should be happy that he said he loves me, but I’m not focused on that. All I can think is that he hates me. He really and truly hates me.

There no sound up stairs, I can feel my stomach churn. He hates me. Those words will be stuck on reply for a lifetime.

Harry’s P.O.V

I stood now.

Staring in the mirror.

Hating what I saw looking back at me.

My eyes blood shot from fallen tears, my curls knotted from pulling at them, my shirt stretched from fisting it and my throat burning from screams that escaped. The boy stared back at me. The boy that didn’t deserve to be here, that didn’t deserve a smile from anyone. He deserved the cuts, the heartbreak and the pain.

The small blade sitting near me and with small spots of red. I looked back at the boy in the mirror, giving him a smile.

“You did this” I whispered to him.

“This is your fault” I grinned now at him.

“You are such a fag” I spoke through my teeth. I stared at him again, before turning and leaving the bathroom. I stepped into my room, looking around. I could feel the blood dripping from my wrist now, but I ignored it. I turned out my light, then climbing into my bed. I sat cross legged staring at my wall.

You’re worthless. No one loves you, he doesn’t love you. You were mental to think he would. The kiss meant nothing, you mean nothing. You are nothing.

I sat up now, grabbing my jacket from my bed and opened the door. I could hear his sobs. I flinched, but I shouldn’t care, he doesn’t care about me. I walked down the stairs, forcing my self not to take a glimpse at him. I knew he looked up at me now.

“Haz…” His voice weak, it cracked as he spoke. I just walked away. Leaving the only person I will ever love behind me, I slammed the door behind me.

Good-bye Louis. Boobear. My life. My love.