Remember Me

Chapter Seven

(Louis POV)

I watched Harry down his pills with water from the tap.  He shot me a sour look and smacked his lips dramatically.

I smiled at him.  "I'm proud of you Harry."  I said standing up from his bed.

He flashed me a toothy grin with his dimples poking out.   Eleanor walked in with a cup in her hand.  "We need a urine sample Harry."  She went in to say its what they do for patients every six months and Harry stood there looking dumbfounded because he didn't know he was there for six months.

Harry grabbed the plastic cup from her grasp and walked to bathroom behind the curtain.  Eleanor walked closer to me once he closed the door. "So, Louis did you get Harry to take his medicine?"

I nodded and gave me a smile.  "Some days he's reluctant to take his medicine.  I'm really glad you got him to take it."  I nodded once more. 

"So, Louis I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight." A light shade of pink was brushed on her cheeks.

I wanted to tell her that she was cute and all but I was gay.  I'd prefer to go on a date with Harry but I was never one to say no.  "Sure, I'll pick you up from the hospital at seven."

She smiled and said, "Great! I guess that's a date." 

I told Eleanor that I had to leave.  School already ended and I was already in a heap of trouble for cutting class and I didn't want to show up late.

(Harry's POV)

I'm pissed off.  Literally.

Not because I peed a little on my white socks but because I overhead Eleanor asking Louis out on a date.  And to my horror, Louis said "sure".

And I thought he was a faggot!  Not because of his style of clothing, but because of how he talks.  I mean have you heard him speak.  His voice sounds too high-pitched and squeaky.

But you think his voice is angelic.  My subconscious said. 

I rolled my eyes before revealing myself from the curtain.  Louis was no were to be found but Eleanor stood there in a daze and a smile on her face.

I clenched on to the cup of urine otherwise I would spill it on Eleanor out of pure jealousy.

Why are you jealous of Eleanor.

I wasn't even sure why.  I knew I was straight.  I dated plenty of girls before to know that.

"Here's your sample." I said through clenched teeth.  I handed it to her forcefully and jumped on my bed. 

I closed my eyes thinking of a caramel-haired boy with blue eyes.

(Louis POV)

"Louis you better answer me.  Why do you have bruises on your face and why weren't you at school."  My mom asked for about the tenth time in the last thirty minutes.

"Why do I have to tell you anything!"  I snapped.

She looked at me, appalled and said, "Louis I am your mother.  So I'm gonna ask you one last time.  How did you get bruises on your face and why'd you skip school?"

I sighed softly before thinking of a good lie in my head.  "At gym today, we were playing dodgeball, and one of the balls smacked my face, and I left early cuz my face hurt."  I crossed my fingers hoping she'll buy the lie.

"Aw Louis, why didn't you tell me before.  I would've understood." She pecked my forehead.

"Eh, Sorry Mum.  I was, um, scared?"  I stated making sound more like a question.

"It's ok, sweetie.  Now go wash up, dinner gonna be ready soon."

That's when I remembered my date with Eleanor.

"Oh, sorry Mum, I'm not making it for dinner.  I've got a date."

Mum turned to me and smiled.  "A date?  With whom?"

I ran my hands through my feathery hair.  "I have a date with one of the nurses at the Hospital I volunteer at."

Mum smiled at me proudly.  "Well then, be home by ten.  Now get ready I don't want you to be late."  She smacked my bum and I let out a yelp.

I ran upstairs not bothering to take a shower and ran to my room.  I locked the door pulling off my shirt.

I looked at myself in the full body mirror I had on my room.  Red cuts and white scars were sketched all over my arms, chest, and waist.  I  started to stare at my face.  Does Eleanor really think I'm cute?

Of course not dumbass.  Your not even worthy of looking at.

My heart hammered in my chest.  Oh why now.  I felt myself getting a panic attack.

Your so ugly and worthless.

Eleanor is only dating you, because she feels bad.

Good thing Harry can't remember you, who would want to.

The voices were coming from left and right.  The only thing that soothes me is my razor.

I stumbled to my dresser trying to find my razor.  I felt my breath hitched when I couldn't find it.

Damn Liam.  He threw it out.  A sliver glint caught my eye.  I look towards it.  It was a trimming scissors.

Your so pathetic Louis, just cut yourself. 

Stress clenched my heart as I grabbed my scissors.

Cutting will relieve the pain.

Without hesitation, I pushed the hard metal on my smooth skin.  Harder I pushed it, letting dark shade of red leak out of my tan skin.

"Harder."  I mumbled to myself pushing it deeper in my skin.

I started to feel lightheaded and lost track of how many jagged cuts marked my skin.

I threw the bloody scissors under my bed, and allowed the blood to strain my arms and pants.

I looked up and stared at the crummy ceiling.  I was in a daze. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily. 

Minutes passed as I slowly got up.  Barely any blood stained the white carpet.  My pants, on the other hand, was another story.

I turned to my clock.

Crap.  Its six forty-three. 

I quickly dabbed my cuts with a wet towel then threw it in the hamper.  I put on a my black skinny jeans and a clean red long sleeve shirt.

I grabbed the keys and proceeded to drive to the hospital.