Those Nights Spent With You (HYBRID) L.S (being edited)

Chapter 14

(Warning: I forgot to put some triggers in the last chapter so sorry about that! But the triggers in this episode are Self-Harm and Self-Discomfort! :) )

The next day was awfully boring, and it wasn't Harry who was making it that way. It was me, and my depression. I just, I couldn't do it anymore. The memories were coming back more vivid now, it was like I was fourteen all over again. I didn't ever think that they would come back to haunt me and now I feel stupid that I didn't think about it. 

I sat on the couch with my head in Hazza's lap. I could tell I was being watched as the Tellivision's screen played a re-run of Doctor Who. OF course, I was always the center of attention when I was around  Harry. I don't know why he pays so much attention to me, I'm so not worth it. He stroked my hair silently for about a minute until we heard a ring at the doorbell. 

"I'll get it." Harry says smiling. I lift my head up and whine at the loss, but nonetheless thank him for being a gentlemen and answering the door. He walks over to the door and opens it. 

"Vicki!?!" Harry screams excitedly in utter surprise. My head tilts to the side in confusion. There is a girl at our front door, with a guitar in her hand, wearing a really big grin on her face. The girl has very long dark hair that is pulled back into a pony tail. Her eyes are very big and if I was straight I could stare into them all day. I couldn't see what color they were because I wasn't close enough. Her outfit was intriguing. She was wearing a crop top and some jean shorts. Her converse had U.S.A colors all over them. 

"Hi Harry!" The girl has an American accent. I slowly get up from the couch and walk over to where they are. 

"Harry who's this?" I ask quietly not wanting to be rude, but curious as jealousy takes over me.

"It's a friend from the school I used to go to. I'm surprised she's back, and in Doncaster too!"  He informs me a surprised edge still in his voice. 

"Hi I'm Victoria! Nice to meet you and you are?" The girl looks at me smile still on her face. 

"Kiss up." I mutter under my breath. Apparently Harry hears me and he nudge's me with his elbow. 

"Ow!" He stares at me, his eyes literally beading into my soul. 

"Ughh fine, My name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson, and I'm Harry's boyfriend." I give in, but I still show her that he is mine. 

She laughs. I stare at her confused at what is so funny. 

'You-You think I'm jealous! That's priceless!" She almost falls on the floor from the way she is laughing non-stop. I smile at her a little bit and I start to think, maybe I will like this Vicky girl. 

"May I come in?" She asks after she stopped laughing. 

"Yes please, of course!" Harry steps to the side so he can let her and her guitar in. 

"Harry can I talk to you in the kitchen for a minute!" I say harshly. I don't let him answer and I just drag him into the kitchen. 

"What is your problem, Lou?" Harry ask's angrily. 

"I don't think I'm stably and emotionally ready for company." I say. His angry face drops, he suddenly feels bad for me. 

"I'm sorry Lou, I wasn't putting you before myself. I'm the worst boyfriend ever." Harry said. I frown at him, now that he said that it makes me the worst boyfriend ever. I should let him have his fun, I mean I have been keeping him cooped up in this crowded house without any social interaction whatsoever. There really isn't any harm done. 

"Never mind Haz, you can just let her stay. I'll go up to my bed and I'll just lay and rest for a little bit." I say. He smiles. 

"Thank's Louis your the best!' I nod at him silently. He goes off to see his friend who hasn't freaked out about his ears yet. 

I leave them to it and decided I'll ask harry about that later. When I get inside my bedroom I lay down on the bed for a good afternoons rest. I close my eyes and get ready to be engulfed in a dark safe environment. 

It was a ranny day, I had just gotten back from school. I slammed the door shut, I was soaked. My books and papers were in my bag, where luckily they didn't get wet. I was really happy because I had gotten an A + on my history exam. 

As I made my way inside I heard crying. I immediately recognized that it was my mom. I rushed to where the noise was and gasped at what I saw. My mom was beaten and bruised down, crying in the corner with the girls huddled over her. I walk over there worried about her. 

"Girls I think you should go upstairs." I tell the girls, they silently nod obeying what I said. They know the rules when something like this happens. Don't crowd and follow all orders. 

"Mom, who did this too you?" I ask. Tears are threatening to come out of my eyes as I see what type of state she's in. 

"It was your Father."

I wake up tears in my eyes. All the anger from back then is boiling up inside of me again. Why the hell would my dad ever do that to the one he loved? Why would he hurt her emotionally and physically? I stop all motion. 

That's what I did to Harry! 

Everything in the world slows down as I realize I am becoming more and more like my dad. This cannot be happening. No I will not let this happen. The tears poor harder this time. I run into the bathroom and look for a razor. I find one in the shower and pick it up. I don't even care what I'm doing and I just slit my wrist. One cut for every mistake I ever made, which added up to a big amount of cuts. 

The blood was gushing out of my wrists as I fell to the ground. I was becoming unconscious. 

(Harry's POV) 

I was catching up with Victoria when I heard a loud bang from upstairs. Louis. I think. I immediately run upstairs shooting Vicki a quick sorry. I go to the bathroom and I see Louis covered in blood eyes slowly closing. Tears pour out of my eyes. I grab Louis and clean off his bloody wrists. I cover them with bandages. Anything to help him get back to health. I give him some water and his eyes slowly begin to open. 

"Harry? Harry! I'm so sorry-I-I lost control I didn't know what I was doing. I'm so sorry!" Louis apologizes. 

"No you don't have to say your sorry! I'm the one who should be sorry. I knew you weren't ready to be on your own or have somebody over and I still used selfish matters to persuade you into letting Victoria stay. I'm so sorry boo." I say. He shyly smiles at my kindness. 

"Come on Loubear, let's get you into the bed for some rest." 

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