"you're so small." as if to prove his point, louis squeezed harry tightly in his arms, and harry just scrunched up a little bit, snuggling his head impossibly farther into louis' chest. "my pretty paper doll." and when louis squeezed him again, placing a shaky, yet warm kiss on harry's cold forehead, harry felt his heart feel that way again, he felt love. a soft flutter, that even the most self control in the world couldn't stop. he loved louis. he loved him even though he didn't want to, he really didn't. okay, maybe a little. *** 1ST PLACE IN THE HOLIDAY 2014 BROMANCE AWARDS FOR FAMOUS LARRY STORIES. #2 in Fanfiction #1 in One Direction

In which, Harry falls into depression and self harm after his best friend, Louis, leaves him because of some things said about them.

❞ Words hurt. Words break you, leave you in pieces. They hurt like a thousand knives. ❞ Harry Styles is an unhappy person, he is the victim of bullying at school. Being called names or beat up is a part of his daily life and he believes everything he is told. All the words haunt him every day and he is broken. Harry pushes everyone away and he has problems letting anyone in. But what happens when someone moves into the house that was across the treet, including a teenage boy that caught Harry's attention from the second he saw him? Will he be the one who finally hears Harry's screams for help, or will he be yet another person that breaks Harry? » trigger warnings concerning self-harm and suicidal thoughts. » currently being edited.

"I just fell down the stairs." "Oh, I tripped. I'm just so clumsy!" "I accidently cut myself shaving this morning." These were just a few of the lies Louis told others to protect Harry, because he knew Harry loved him. "He's just had a hard day at work." "He's just tired and gets easily irritated." Those were a few lies Louis told himself, because he loved Harry.

"I'm fat, aren't I?" "You're skinnier then my pinky." "You're such a liar." "I can see your fucking ribs."

"It's times like these that I wish I was old enough to grab a pair of shoes, and a thin coat and run away. Run into the night, arms flailing. I would pretend I was flying, or falling and my heart would beat fast and hard against my ribs and I would smile. I'd smile this big, giant smile and I'd be happy. I'd pump my legs faster and faster and not pay attention to my surroundings because, who cares? I'd pretend I was the only one in the world and I was conquering all. And I'd be happy. Maybe not for long, but for a percentage of a second. And it'd be worth it. It's times like these I wish I had someone calling my cellphone telling me they're outside,waiting at two something in the freaking morning. Without warning me of the adventure ahead of us! We'd sail into the night in an old run down car, my body hanging out the window and my hair whirling around my face in an ungrateful but appreciated fashion. I'd be content with doing anything as long as it's spontaneous and exciting! I'd imagine doing these things and then I'd remember, who'd do them with me?" Niall seems happy, he seems perfectly content with life but really, behind closed doors, it's a completely different story. Trigger warning- Eating Disorders/Depression/Self Harm