❝тнe ѕcarѕ тнaт yoυ leғт❞ || ℓαrrч.s

❝You cut yourself?❞ Harry asked, taking Louis' arms and glaring at the scars which ran through the side of his elbow to his wrist.

❝Harry I-❞, Louis stopped for a moment and then nodded shakily. He blurted out, "I used to self-harm, but that was when-"

❝When? Tell me Louis!❞ Harry's voice shook.

Louis looked away saying nothing. An awkward silence was noticed between them. At last, Louis spoke up.

❝It was when you used to be my bully. When you bullied me repeatedly, almost everyday! You don't know how I felt at that time. YOU DON'T KNOW, HARRY! YOU DON'T HOW IT IS TO BE PLAYED BY SOMEONE WHO TRUSTS YOU WITH LIFE❞, Louis cried out, unable to hide his feelings anymore as he let those 'simple but effective' words slip out of this mouth.

Harry felt his eyes becoming sweaty. He couldn't think of how much pain his 'boyfriend' must've beared for him.

Would he be able to make Louis' all pain go or end up hurting him instead?