Pretending From The Start, Larry Stylinson Fanfiction.

Chapter 22 - Lying Together

 "Harry cut again," Anne said after spending minutes of trying to find the right words to use. She looked at the four boys, waiting for a reaction.

They just stared.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," growled Louis, standing to his feet. He walked past Anne and hurried up the stairs.

"No! Wait, Lou!" Anne tried to go after him. 

Liam grabbed hold of her wrist, shaking his head. "He's gotta do this, Anne. If anyone can fix Harry, it's Louis."

Anne sighed, knowing Liam was right. "I guess. You boys want a cuppa while we wait?"

They all nodded.

Louis could run up the stairs fast enough, down the hall and straight into Harry's room. But he wasn't there. So he went to Gemma's room to ask if she knew where he was. He knocked and pushed the door handle down, entering. He stopped in the doorway when he found Harry lying on the bed face down, arm stretched out to the side, scars visible.

Louis closed the door behind him and Harry didn't even turn round. He laid in silence while Louis made his way over, shaking his head in disappointment. He finally stopped beside the bed and crouched down to get a closer look at the scars. His heart dropped at the sight. He looked up at Harry who was already looking back, eyes peaking out from the pillow.

"You promised," said Louis.

"And you promised you wouldn't leave me," Harry croaked. "I guess promises are made to be broken."

Louis stood up and shrugged his jacket off, completely ignoring Harry's askings of what he was doing. Louis dropped his jacket to the floor and slid in next to Harry. Harry shuffled over abit, frown of confusion on his face.

"What are you doing?" asked Harry.

"I'm laying with you," Louis stated with an obvious tone. "What does it look like?" 

"Why?"

Louis smiled sadly. "Because you need a friend right now."

Harry shook his head. "I need my old life back."