Will we ever have a happy ever after? (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8

Harry's POV:::

My life is shitty. Louis and I are like strangers. I got a call from Nathan and he sounded worried. What is wrong with people these days?

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There was nock on the door. I slowly approached it and opened. I was Nathan and no rapist. I was relived. But I was scared. Nathan wanted to tell me something. Something scary by the sound of his voice. Something unpleasant. I would hate it. I swallowed hard.

"Hey Nathan." I said. I was shaking. Nathan looked at me. "Harry," he said, looking me in the eyes. "Why are you shaking?" So, it was obvious. I was scared. Nathan could see it. He touched my hand. I looked at his beautiful face glimmering in the sunlight. He was beautiful. But no one could compare to Louis. He is the definition of perfection. "Harry." He said holding my hand by his heart. "I love you with all my heart my I have to tell you something. Something big. Something great. You know how much I love painting. It's like my life but you're my life. Painting is my dream. I must chase it. Even if I only catch it in Australia. I moving to Australia."

My world. My everything was moving to Australia. My mind saying yes cut, but my heart saying no.

"Australia huh?" I scoffed. "Well that's far. What if something happens. You know no one there. Stay." He looked away. Tears streaming down both of out faces.

"I can't. I could get really successful. I have to go Harry." I looked away. I cried. He came from the back and hugged me. Nothing is ever gonna be the same again. "No Nathan" I said pulling back to face him. "A hug won't change anything. I'm going toilet. Wait here." I got up, looked at him and ran to the toilet. I knew I was going to regret what I was about to do.

I locked the Bathroom door. I pulled out a lifeless piece of metal aka my razor and stabbed it into my thigh.

I made 5 cuts.

I made 10 cuts.

Then, I made about 50 cuts and I moved on to the next thigh.

Cutting, cutting and cutting. Blood going everywhere. Will this be my end?

"Harry?" It was Nathan. He knew where I was. "Can you hurry up babe. I still wanna see you. I you know what I mean." He walked off. He wanted to see me naked. But my cuts. They where there.

I carried on.

The bathroom was a mess. I quickly mopped up the blood. I covered up all my cuts. Fairly normal you might say but no. Some already bled through. I was awful.

"Nathan?" I stood there unsure to tell him If I cut or not. "We need to talk." I got it out of myself.

"Sure booboo. What's the matter?" I looked him in the eyes. I was scared. I slammed my lips against his. He smiled in the kiss.

He took my top off but didn't notice my cuts.

He went down to my shorts

He pulled them down but this time with blood all over his hands. He looked me in the eye. He looked at me with betrayal.

He couldn't look at me. He turned his face away. A tear running down his face. I tried wiping it away but he flinched. He hated me.

"Harry." He said looking me in the eye. "Baby, why? Why do you hurt yourself? You don't deserve it. Your amazing. Who do you hurt yourself because of? Is it because I'm leaving to Australia? They're fresh baby. Please stop. I know it's hard. I know what your going through." He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.

Tears rolling down my face. Tears rolling down his face. "Baby why?" I asked holding up his arm and kissing his scars. He cried more.

"Well," He began looking away. "My father. My father was never at home. And when he was he beat us. My mother is an alcoholic. She still drinks. They used to beat me for everything. For not getting that mark in a test. For not eating all my food. For not being the perfect child. For not having a girlfriend. They used to call me faggot and things like that. When kids at school found out I'm gay." He paused and hugged me tightly.

"Can you continue baby or is it too much?" I said, tears going down my face. He looked at me. Tears going down his face.

"They beat me up. Teachers did nothing. They saw everything. I told they and they said the kids where playing. I used to come back he beat up. My parents laughed and beat me more. So I started to cut. My mother found out and said 'oh look Arnold! Our little boy! He cuts! I'm so proud of you! You finally understand your worthless you little shit!' I was awful. I cut and cut."

I hugged him really tight. "I couldn't trust anyone. Anyone accept you. I fell in love with you Harry! From the day I met you! I only dated girls to make you jealous. But now, I have to go to Australia. But promise me, promise me that you'll visit. That you'll come. I don't want to loose you. I love you."

Little did Nathan know. I had already planned suicide.

A/N: what's up y'all? How y'all doing? Good? Good! So I made a new story! It's called 'the end of us (ziam ft. Larry). Please? Love you!

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