"hoping this cold blue water scrubs me clean and spits me out again" This fic isn't mine! It was written by phantasmagoria (whiteteethteen) on AO3!

❝I bet I can make you feel pain.❞ ❝I'd like to see you try.❞

Tour was going great. One direction was going great. Larry Stylinson was going great. Heck, life was perfect at the moment. Harry and Louis couldn't be any happier. Everything was finally turning amazing and that's all they could ever ask for. Until Louis gets sick. It was really unexpected. He never got sick. Ever. But how will he survive this journey? He can't go through it alone. He only hopes that Harry will stick by his side. But hopes he will get better at the same time...

Louis Tomlinson isn't your averaged 19-year old boy. He hears voices. He talks to himself. He is trapped in his own little word. Soon, the voices start telling him to do bad things. Just burn your hand, it won't hurt. Just slit your wrists, don't you like blood? Maybe you should take a few extra pills. The voices were now screaming at him, commanding him to do all the horrid things. After he listens to them, and cuts a deep gash into his arms, his parents put him into Medical Meadow Institute. There, he meets Harold Edward Styles. He was suffering from Severe Multiple-Personality-Disorder. These multiple personalities all feel differently about Louis, but all Louis wants is for Harry to be happy. And maybe, just maybe, they can start it all over again.

There are ten reasons I can't find the strength to live anymore. Not being good enough for you is one of them.