That's when they took him from me. A Harry Styles Fan Fiction.

Thirty Four - Progress.

I made my way over to the blue eyed boys room.

He hadn’t been out for days, weeks, who knows.

Since it happened actually.

Every night I would lay out his dinner on a plate and make my way up to his room. I’d knock on his jarrah door and mumble something that I didn’t even understand, myself because the tears wouldn’t let me speak. I’d bend over, leaving the plate outside his door and walk around the corner. I’d wait until I heard the door creak open and a hand wouldn’t pat itself on the floor in search for the plate of food. He’d pick up the plate in his hand and drag it inside, then close the door. Then I’d leave. I’d go up there, around an hour later, and the food scraps would be outside the door waiting, with a little note.

“Thank you.” It would read, in Louis’ messy handwriting.

And I would cry, because Louis still wasn’t talking.

And I would cry because Liam was still going out and getting drunk and taking drugs.

And I would cry because Zayn was even thinner now and he definitely wasn’t getting better.

And I would cry because there’s absolutely nothing I could do about it. 

Because no one listened.

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“Louis! Let me in!” I shouted through the door. I needed to talk to him. I just needed him to talk. 

“Lou!” I cried, tears streaming like waterfall out of my eyes.

“Louis!” I pleaded, bashing my fists into the all too familiar wooden door that hadn’t been open for weeks.

I fell into a crumpled mess on the floor, continuing to bash at the door but only weaker, the knocks weren’t even loud and my voice died down. 

I sobbed, something I was sick of.

I composed myself, as best I could and stood to my feet again. I took in a big breath before throwing myself against the door, trying to break it down.

God, do you know how hard it is to break down a door?

Fucking hard.

The heavy wooden door didn’t budge, I tried again, throwing myself with all my power into the door, and it still did no threaten to leave it’s hinges.

Third time lucky, I fell through the door and clutched my shoulder.

Louis sat there, like nothing even happened, not even flickering his eyes over to look at me, laying there in pain on the floor. 

Nothing.

He just sat there, his lifeless body just sitting there.

His hair sat in a tousled mess on the top of his head, his eye brows were slightly ruffled and uneven. His finger nails were bitten down to the skin and you could see the nails where he’d bitten down to low and started to draw blood. He was pale, an awful shade of white. His eyes weren’t happy anymore and they didn’t have that spark that they usually had. They were dull. All the pink colour was drained from his lips and they were left a dull cream colour. They reminded me of Harry’s lips when he lay there, lifeless in his coffin. This boy wasn’t the Louis that I knew. I miss that Louis.

He’s broken.

I inched my way closer to the boy, ignoring the pains that were shooting down my arm and disregarding the tingling sensation that settled at the end of my wrist. 

“Louis?” I whispered. I laid my hand gently down on his shoulder and he flinched under my touch.

He sat there, the same position he was always in. Knees up to meet his chin and his arms wrapped tightly around his shins. He wasn’t looking at anything really. The ground was all too intriguing to look his best friend in the eyes.

“I’m scared, Lou.” I said, only to be answered with silence.

“Lou!” I took his face in both my hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes, but he only scrambled his way out of my grip. 

Moving further away from me than he was before.

So I cried. I’d gotten really good at that.

That’s the only thing I’m good at anymore; crying.

“Lou!” I raised my voice this time, trying to catch the attention of the broken boy. 

“Trust me, Lou. I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you, and waiting for everyone to fall asleep so you can fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad you just want it all to end. I know exactly how it feels.”

Then the unthinkable happened. 

The blue eyed boy began to speak.

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