When Des Styles runs out of time to pay Louis back for his supply drugs, Louis is furious. So instead of going after Des, he goes after something, or someone, that belongs to him:
Harry Styles.
Who to Des, may or may not be more precious than his...
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A/N: This chapter is kind of intense.
Warning: Suicidal Ideation, Self-Harm, and Suicide Attempt. Read with caution.
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Silence. It's something that so many people wish for, dream of. They crave silence and peace from their hectic, stressful lives.
But for Harry, the silence of this dark, cold room is nothing short of a nightmare. It scared Harry more than Louis did. If he had to choose between staying in this room a minute longer or doing whatever the hell Louis wanted him to do, he'd choose Louis in a heartbeat. And that thought scared him immensely.
But what truly terrified him was the voices. The voices, they whisper dark and insane thoughts into the precious boy's innocent mind. Not once in his life had he ever contemplated taking his own life. Never did those horrific thoughts appear when his father first began his addiction and completely tore his family apart. Nor when Des hit him the first time. He never talked to anyone about it and it was only a few times, but he hadn't gotten over the fact that these drugs made him hate him enough to do that to his own child.
However, these four walls made him think of nothing else. He couldn't escape the thoughts of cutting his wrists or swallowing a bottle of pills. The constant thought of pushing Louis to his limit so he would end his misery. He used to fear ever being held at gunpoint, but now he wants nothing more.
But he's still too scared to actually want such a thing. He's always feared the unknown reality of death. He was far too terrified of it ever take risks of things he wanted to do. He had always wanted to go skydiving or climb up a mountain without a rope, but death kept him from doing these things.
But the voices keep pushing him further to the brink of insanity.
I bet you'll end up killing yourself before Louis even has a chance to do it himself.
"No, I won't," Harry said, closing his eyes and curling his body in to try and protect himself.
You should just do it. At least if you do it, it won't be as painful as he'll make it.
"Stop," Harry quietly pleaded to the voices, wrapping his arms around himself.
Why are you trying so hard to be brave?
Who are you trying to fool?
"Shut up," Harry whispered to himself, digging his nails into his arms to try and ground himself.
You're never going to get out of here.
"Yes, I will!" He snapped loudly, digging his nails into his skin enough to break the skin, but that didn't prevent him from doing it.
