“But the blood on my hands scares me to death.”

Harry and Louis never had secrets, they never kept anything hidden form each other. That's always how it's been. That's what Louis thought, at least. Harry knew something different. After a concert, a signing, being out with the boys, or just everyday really, he into the bathroom, locking the door and repeating his everyday cycle. He cut, anywhere he'd like. Mostly his arms. Then, he'd force himself to throw up any meal or snack he had that day. He would swallow two pain killers, that he saved for the night he couldn't take life anymore, to make him feel numb. He comes home one night, crying to Louis and spilling everything to him. After that, so many things happen in those small hours; the small hour that will change everybody's lives, whether it be good or bad. In the end, it doesn't matter how someone acts, it's their heart that really matters.

A horrible breakup has Louis distant and not himself. A dramatic realization has Harry scared and confused. Soon on, secrets are unearthed, people are accused, and the drama begins. How can they both deal with it all?

What would you do if your best friend committed suicide? What would you do if there was no way that you could help them? All there is left, is 199 letters. The only thing they left behind for you. © 2014, Ashley (larrystyIinson), All rights reserved

How much can one thought, one single note, change everything so much? There's one thing it'll never change; love