The Flower Crown Boy

Chapter 19

Louis POV

When I heard the man yell, I panicked. I tried opening the window in Harry's old room, but it was stuck shut. I threw my phone through the window, breaking it enough to fit through, I put Harry's phone in my pocket and rushed out before the man in the house caught up to me. When I fell through the window, I landed on my shoulder, causing me to moan in pain. But that didn't stop me. I took my phone and fan as fast as I could to the house. Once I rushed in, Anne stopped me. "Hey are you okay?" She asked placing a hand on my shoulder. I instantly winced at her touch. "Please don't touch my shoulder. I hurt it." I moaned out. She gave me a worried look. "Want to get it checked out?" She asked. I immediately shook my head. "No. I, I want your help." I told her, leaving a curious look on her face. "With what?" She asked, a bit concerned. I gulped, too nervous to say anything, "To find Harry." I told her, looking down at my feet. When I finally looked up at her, I could see her eyes watering. "W-What do you mean Louis?" She asked. A frown formed on my face. "He ran away. But, he left a note saying where is phone is." I told her, looking at my feet, I pulled out his phone handing it to her, refusing to look up. "Louis. What happened." She asked in a stern voice. "I'll tell you in the car. We need to find him. I-I'm so sorry. I really am." I told her, starting to cry. She walked over to me, pulling me in a hug. I hid my face in the crook of her neck, sobbing. "Come on. Let's go find him yeah?" She said. I nodded and headed toward her car. Once we were both in, I started to talk. "Me and Harry, we dated. But, but, my mom she threatened me. Telling me that we have to break up, or you and Harry and Gemma get kicked out. So I broke up with him. B-But, I loved him. No, I love him. And we got back together. But he got bullied by Eleanor my fake girlfriend. So I ruined her life for me and Harry. And he broke up with me, and he ran away." I told Anne sobbing. "You love him?" She asked, as if that was the only thing that mattered. "Yes." I told her. "I'm not mad." She told me. I scoffed. "You should be! I should die. I'm an awful person." I told her. She stopped the car immediately. "Don't ever say you should die!" She yelled, her voice cracked a little. But she started the car again. "Louis, I want to tell you something about Harry, that happened before we moved." I nodded. "He wasn't happy. I never noticed anything. And it made me feel awful. He was bullied a lot. And Niall was his best friend, but moved away. That left him with no one. He had no friends. After Niall left, things went down hill. Harry stopped wearing the flower crowns. I was really curious. But, he wasn't happy. He spent all his time in his room. He never ate, never talked. I went in his room, seeing him hold a blade. Holding a blade to his stomach." By then she began to cry. So she pulled over, and continued. "I, I didn't yell at him, I took the blade from his hand, and hugged him. I stayed strong while he cried, a-and he kept apologizing. I never asked him why. I knew he stopped, I checked his stomach everyday. I never knew he was bullied. Until I got a call, and I saw him in the nurses office, and he was all bloody, and, and beaten up. I tried not to cry, but Louis I did. And wanna know what he said? 'Just let me die.' That's what he said! We took him to the hospital, and I realized he never stopped self harming when I saw his legs. I wanted to break down. They put him in the hospital to get help. He stayed there for a week, and he, he had to take therapy. And he still takes his antidepressants. We moved. And he wasn't happy that summer, but Niall was there for him. Then, he went to a flower field and told me all about a boy there. I think it was you. He was the happiest I've seen him. And, Louis, thank you. You saved my sons life." She told me, I didn't realize I was crying. I reached over the seat and gave her a hug. "When Harry was in the hospital, did he like being alone?" I asked. She shook her head, "as much as he liked being alone, he wanted me there every day." She said. I looked down, remembering Lottie. "Can you take me to the hospital? I need to visit someone." I told her, and she nodded yes. We drove to the hospital, and I got out. "No need to wait up. You should look for Harry." I told her. She drove off, saying bye first. Once I got in, I went to the lady behind the desk. "Charlotte Tomlinson?" I asked, the lady nodded, "family?" She asked. "I'm her brother, Louis Tomlinson." She had me sign in, and made me empty my pockets, leaving my keys, phone, anything, with her. She put it in a bag labeling it with my name. The lady called a man over to lead me to Lottie's room. Once I got in, she looked at me with the most cold eyes. "Hi Lottie." I said, sitting down. "Fuck you." She said. I tried to hug her, but she pushed me off, and I fell to the floor. "Lottie what the hell." She looked at me with anger in her eyes. "YOU WERE THE LAST ONE TO VISIT! I thought you cared Louis!" She screamed. "I know, I'm so sorry." I told her. "Really? Are you? You've been having so much fun with your fucking boyfriend, Harry." She said. I looked at my feet, "he broke up with me." I said, expecting sympathy. "BOO FUCKING HOO!" She yelled. He walked toward me, slamming me to the wall. "YOU RUINED MY LIFE! No one will want me to model for them! And your not even going to say sorry!" She yelled slapping me in the face. "I-I'm sorry!" I told her. "No. You aren't Louis. Get out. I never want to se@ you again! I hate you! Leave and never come back!" She screamed at me. I started crying and ran out, I went to the front desk asking for my things. "Are you okay?" The lady asked. I shook my head, "To be honest, no." I said, running out. "My name is Teressa!" She called out. I ran to my house, and into my room completely out of breath. I looked down at my phone seeing Teressas number on it. I didn't care, I threw my phone across the room. I couldn't take this anymore. I went into the office down stairs, and grabbed a pencil sharpener. I ran to the garage, grabbing a screw driver, still crying. I ran to my room, and unscrewed the blade from the sharpener, I threw the rest of the sharpener on the ground. I walked to my bathroom, and ran freezing cold water on my wrist, so it's numb. Once it was numb, I hovered the blade over my wrist, my hand is shaking. The realization of what I was about to do hit me, and I dropped the blade on the floor, completely shaking. But u knew I needed to do this. I deserved it. I hated myself. I bent down, and carefully picked it up. Once again, I hovered it over my wrist, this time, pressing the blade lightly on my skin, I swiped the blade across my skin. It didn't bleed, it only left a mark. But that wasn't enough. Right under that, I placed the blade on my skin, adding a little more force. It bled a little. It was shallow. Not enough. I'm an awful person, I deserve more pain. I placed it on my skin under the previous mark, and added a lot more force, it was deeper, and bled quite a bit. But I knew it could bleed more. Right under that one, adding my final mark, I added a lot more force, making this the deepest cut on my wrist. I put the blade down, watching the blood drip from my wrist to the floor. I got a little light headed, and decided to clean it up. I placed it under the fosset. I let the cold water run on my wrist then I wrapped it up with a gauze, and grabbed a black towel. Once I did that, I threw it in the laundry basket in the corner along with my shirt. I opened my cabinet and placed the blade in there. Once I finished in the bathroom, I went into my closet, and put on my over sized black sweater. I grabbed my phone from across the room, seeing if it was cracked, which it wasn't considering I have a protection case. I put it in my pocket, I grabbed my keys, and walked out to get my jeep, like nothing happened.