Demons - Larry Stylinson

Chapter Two

"I'm tired of having this fight over and over again Louis! I'm not going to therapy! I am not freaking crazy!!!"

I am taken aback with his loud tone and harsh words.

"Hazza," I whimper, "I never said you were crazy. You're not crazy baby. You just need someone to talk to. I love you?"

Harry's eyes soften at my words. A tear is forming at the corner of his eye, and he quickly raises his hand to wipe it away.

"Louis, I- please don't make me go to therapy. I don't want to. I don't need to. Please Lou. I'll do anything. I'll change. I promise. I'll make you breakfast every morning. I'll hug you every day. I'll clean up the house. I'll do the laundry. I'll tell you that I love you every day. I'll sing you to sleep every night. I'll learn to love you right Louis. I'll do anything. Promise you won't make me. And promise you won't leave me. Please."

The utter pain, humiliation, and pure sincerity in his voice causes my walls to crumble. His eyes are so wide and filled with honesty. I know that he wants to change. It is so painfully obvious. I know that he loves me. I know that he wants to be better. But even though he wants to, I really do not know if he can by himself. It's been wrong for so long, and you can't just choose to not be the way that you are.

"Lou?" I hear Harry whisper quietly.

"Yes Haz?" I answer.

"I- um- I haven't been, you know, taking, like, my medicine. And I'm sorry! I always mean to but- Louis! Stop!"

I crumble. My head is pounding. I feel like I'm underwater; I can hear every single beat of my heart, pulsing through my vessels. Tears prick at my eyes, and I try desperately to hold them back. I'm sitting here staring at Harry, and I just feel betrayed. Absolutely betrayed, and disappointed. He knows he needs that medicine, it's the only thing that can help him. Yet he ignores it. He doesn't care.

I raise my hands to my face in shock. I fall to the floor crying. Any pain is better than this. I need, I NEED a distraction. I start pinching at the skin on my wrist. It's painful but it feels so SO good. Red marks bloom from underneath my fingertips. I probably look crazy, sitting here, grabbing at my wrist frantically.

Harry scrambles to my side.

"Louis!!! Stop it right now. Oh my god Louis please stop. Louis, baby, Lou, stop it please, oh my god louis stop louis stop louis STOP!" He's crying now too. Tears are running down his reddening face, but nothing can bring me to stop. I need pain. Anything is better than what I just heard.

I can't even believe that he isn't taking his medicine. He knows that when he doesn't he only gets worse and worse. He knows what neglecting the medicine does to him.

He knows that when he doesn't take it, it not only continually hurts him, but it also hurts me.

"I'm so sorry baby, Just please stop. You're bleeding oh my god just please stop." Harry is full on sobbing now, grabbing at my hands and trying to hold onto me. He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug. I instinctively lean into him, dropping my hand from my wrist to wrap my arms around him. He sobs into my shoulder, leaving tear stains on my gray sweatshirt. I hold him. I comfort him, although just moments ago he was trying to comfort me.

"Louis, don't hurt youself. It hurts me. Louis I swear it physically hurts me to see you in pain."

"And you don't think that it's the same for me Harry? You don't think every time that I see you mumbling about something that isn't even real, and fighting with something that doesn't exist, that it doesn't hurt me? You don't think it hurts me to watch you get sicker and sicker every day. You don't think it freaking hurts me to find out that you're not even taking your medicine. That medicine helps you Haz! It helps you get better. Not taking it is only making you worse and worse, and you don't seem to, to realize this. If I found out that you're not taking it again, I swear to God, I am physically making you go to therapy. Heck, I'll go to every single session with you if that's what it takes. You aren't crazy Harry. You are most intelligent, beautiful person I know. But if it isn't plain stupid not to do something that will help you so much. You're right when you say you don't need to go to therapy; you don't need it. But you do need to take your medication, because it will help you so much."

"I don't need medication Louis. Don't tell me what I need." His voice is hostile and defensive now.

"Yes you do Harry. I don't freaking care what you say. You need it. And if you don't take it, I swear I will-" I'm cut off by Harry's words.

"You'll what Louis? What will you do? Are you gonna put me in a bloody mental hospital?" His voice cracks at the end.

He continues when I don't answer. "So I'm right. You actually do want me to leave. Huh. I always thought we had something you know. That we would be together forever. I thought that you loved me. But I guess not."

"Harry Edward Styles. Don't say that to me. Don't you dare. You freaking know that I love you with all my heart. And you know that I would absolutely anything for you. I would take a bullet for you Harry. I can't believe you would even say that you me. I don't want you to leave. I just want you to get better."

I push myself up from the ground and away from Harry, angry tears staining my cheeks. He has a look of hurt and confusion on his face. I don't turn back as I storm out of our apartment. I don't care that I don't have shoes on. I just need to get away from here. I walk down our street, recieving strange looks from everyone I pass. I can't help but look back, to see if Harry maybe, just maybe, followed me. That he cared.

But I don't see him anywhere.

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So this chapter is only a thousand words. But so are all of my other chapters. I'm honestly an awful writer. I'm sorry for this horrid update. Ek.

~Hannah