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.
Louis Tomlinson has always had self esteem problems; he never thought he was skinny or handsome, as he became older, he began to try to change things. Louis began to change his style of clothing and his hair, he also began to diet. His dieting was different than other peoples diet, he started to starve himself and if he had ate too much, he'd make himself purge. He felt like he needed to be perfect for someone to love him, he feels like no one would love a fat blob like him.
Harry Styles is sad, very sad. He doesn't know how to explain his sadness, all he knows it that he wants to die; he doesn't want to live. He hates himself more than anyone on this planet. Harry doesn't exactly know what's wrong with him, he can fake a smile, he can make it look like he's having the time of his life when in reality he would rather be dead. Harry hates himself, he hates everything about himself; he believes that no one would love him; a suicidal boy that cuts himself.
Both of these boys have different things wrong in their life, but they're both beautiful, they're both kinda like a mosaic; broken into pieces, but still works of art.