"Jace?" Louis mumbles.

"Yes, your friend." Dr. Martin says. Louis takes a really good look at him. He had short hair that was styled messily and square glasses were sliding down his nose that made Louis push up his own glasses. He was wearing, from what he could tell, a brown button up long sleeve and a pair of jeans.

He was rather attractive, Louis had to admit.

"Um...he um...I haven't seen him for the past couple of days." Louis finally says.

"Well! That's good! How about...the self harming. How's that been? Its been what, three years?" Dr. Martin asks and Louis nods. His palms were starting to sweat. He wiped his hands on his jeans.

"Um...w-what?" Louis asks pushing his glasses up again.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. We don't have to talk about that today. We can talk about anything you like. Or you can go back to lunch if you'd like?" He says and Louis forgot to answer because he was amazed by a small clear glass cat with a small plastic yellow bird inside the belly.

"That's one of my favorites." Dr. Martin says nodding towards the cat.

"You like...cats?" Louis asks and Dr. Martin nods.

"Me too." Louis whispers before standing up and walking over to the wall with all the pictures. There was a picture of what looks like young Dr. Martin standing in front of the Eiffel tower.

"Paris? Is it nice?" Louis questions.

"Mhm. Very." Dr. Martin replies and Louis looks at every picture individually. He spent so long staring at them he missed the bell ring.

"Ah, time to go. I'll see you next time. Remember three times a week." Dr. Martin says as he ushers Louis out.

"Okay..." The younger lad replies. He passes by Ms. Brook who watched him, saying a small 'have a good day' as he left. The halls were crowded with students, scrambling to get to their class.

Louis pulled out his schedule and prepared himself for the remaining two hours of torture.

****

Harry got home just as his dad was leaving.

Of course.

He was on his phone talking to who the hell knows, his suit tie flying in small gusts of wind.

Harry waved at his dad, who obviously didn't wave back. His dad, Robin, was getting into his Mercedes, and driving off before harry had time to unlock the front door.

He closed the door behind him, leaning against the hard frame.

He let out a breathy sigh before he walked to the kitchen to get something to eat.

The house was quiet. So quiet, Harry could hear his heartbeat thrumming in his ears. He was used to it. His dad was always away. Ever since last summer he was always finding ways to get him out of the house.

Last summer, when his mum was killed in a car accident. Harry stopped by a picture frame of him, his sister and his mum. It was when they traveled to California when Harry was only six years old.

His fingertips brushed his mum in the picture.

"Miss you. M'lonely mum." He whispers leaning his head against the wall. He sighs and keeps on for the kitchen.

Harry had a nice life, he really did. His dad was a business man for a big company here in London. He had a big house, his own car, everything he wants and needs. But he was just so lonely.

His dad was usually never home. Robin spent most of his time either at his office or on business trips. Harry's mum, Anne and his sister Gemma, were his only real friends. Sure he had Eleanor and Zayn and his boyfriend Nick, but they just didn't know him like his family did.

Harry poured himself some orange juice before sitting in the living room and turning on the telly. After a few minutes his phone buzzed.

A new text from Nick,

Hey babe, need some company. I'm bored as hell.

Harry quickly texted back,

Come over. Dad's not home

Nick texted back okay and Harry tossed his cup in the sink. He went upstairs and changed into a pair of sweats and waited for Nick to show up.

****

Louis managed to avoid his parent's questions about school, at least until dinner.

The entire family was sat around the large table, eating in silence. Finally Jayy piped up.

"So, babe how was your first day of school?" She asks and everyone's eyes are on the young lad.

"Uh...good. Made a friend." Louis says. He still didn't know whether he actually made a friend or if Harry and Niall were just a one time thing. Guess he'd find out tomorrow.

"A friend? What's his name?" Jayy asks happily.

"I uh...Niall." He squeaks shifting uncomfortably. Everyone was staring at him and it was making him fidgety.

Jace was leaning against the wall shaking his head and laughing.

"Niall! I'd love to meet him. Maybe you can invite him over for dinner or something!" Jayy says and smiles widely. Louis nods.

"C-Can I be excused?" He stutters.

His mum looks at his plate. It was still full.

"You haven't eaten anything, darling." She states.

"Headache." Louis mumbles. Jayy sighs before waving him off.

"Go on. But at least drink some water." He does. After he basically runs upstairs. Once he's in the bathroom and the door's locked he pulls out the bag of blades from under the sink. Instead of his thighs he goes for his hips and stomach.

The cuts on his thighs were still healing.

He let's out a small sob as he slides the blade across his stomach, blood instantly seeping from the wound.

He doesn't stop. Keep going.

"I want you to do forty." Jace says and Louis sobs again as he slides the blade again. The hot pain was somewhat reassuring.

"Deeper. I know you can." Jace urges with a maniac grin.

And of course Louis listens.

"Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven..."

A/N: Sorry that its so short :/

Hoped you liked it though.

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