Harry is suffering, and he wants to get better. Deciding he needs outside help, he secretly starts visiting a therapist. Note: This is poorly edited. It will be thoroughly looked over by us once it's finished, so we apologize for any errors.

Louis knew Harry was different from the moment he saw him in English class. Something was unusual about the boy. It took him a while to figure it out but when he did it all made sense. It was the way his eyes looked when he smiled. They didn’t light up with the rest of his face. It was that he looked on the verge of tears whenever Louis stole a glance at him. It was the way he never took off his jacket, even when it was warm. It was how they never went to Harry’s house. It was the way Harry winced whenever Louis went to grab his hand. It was how he acted when he thought no one was looking. Louis figured it out, Harry Styles was depressed.

' I wanted to scream into the matress but it was dirty filled with bad memories. I wanted to cry but that would only end up bad. I wanted to die but that would end all hope. I wanted to just feel numb. No feeling. Just blissful slience.'