I ran to him.
"Get the fuck away from him!"
The tallest one with bright red hair stared me down.
"Why should we?"
Why should he?
"I called the police."
The boys ran and I bent down.
I looked into his broken eyes.
He was covered in bruises and blood.
The thing that caught my eyes were the angry red lines on his wrists.
He must of caught me staring when he yanked the sleeves of his sweater down. "Y-you didn't n-need t-to do that-t." His watery green eyes stared at the ground. "I wanted to." He looked back up and gave me a half smile.
It was the realest smile I've seen all day.
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Him (l.s.)
Fanfiction"I met him." Or: Louis meets Harry and wants to save him. But is he too far gone? (meant to be read at one time, you'll see why)
