Harry's P.O.V

"Get off of me!" I yelled at the tall buff man that was on top of me. He just smiled slapped my right side cheek.

"Thats what you get for having me as your step father you dumb bum-fucker!" He yelled at threw a punch at my pale face.

"Damien is that all you got for him! He needs to learn his lesson!" I heard my mum scream from the livingroom where we were.

"Lesson of what!" I cried out

"A lesson for being a stupid hopeless gay ass fucker!" Damien yelled pulling my curls.

"Its your fault your father died! Your fault why Gemma left! Your fault that you fucked up your own life! And mostly your fault for what you fucken are right now! Some gay wothless fatass is what you are! I am ashamed to call you my son! To me you are dead just like your father!" My mum yelled so loud that a vein was popping out of her neck. I hold in my tears not wanting to show that im that weak. It hurts to hear your own mum say that to you. I saw my mum go into the kitchen and quickly came out with a knife in her hand. I saw her smile and she looked at Damien and Damien looked at me. I started to try to get free from his grip but Damien was way much larger and buffer than I was. My mum passed the sliver knife to Damien and I started to pry that I wasnt gonna die today. Damien raised the knife over his head and smirked at me.

"Well Harry Edwards Styles I Wish You A Very Good Death!" He growed while smirking at me. My mum was just staring not one single tear rolling off her cheek.

"N-" I yell just as I felt the knife go through me.

I woke up breathing heavily and cold sweat all over me. I looked at the wall in front of me thinking it was all just a nightmare. I started to cry tears rushly running down my cheeks. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I switched on the light and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess my hair everywhere, my eyes red, my lips all plumped, and mostly what I hated was my body. I hate everything about me but moslty my body im so fat. I pulled up my shirt and saw the purple bruises on my stomach. Imma be honest I think the bruises are way much better looking than I am. I started pinching my stomach and felt tears running down my face. I need to take this pain away I have to! I opened every cabniet quitly looking for something sharp. I opened one last one and found a razor lying on top of some pills. I took out the razor quickly (trying to to drop anything) and held it into my fist. Tears starting running down my cheeks like a waterfall. I went down to the floor and pulled up my sleeve. White faded scars were there and my new one from 2 days ago.

Queer!

Fat!

Worthless!

Ugly!

Faggot!

Bum-fucker!

I repeated those words in my head over and over again. I got the razor and just as I was gonna slice my skin i heard a knock on the door. "Knock"

"Harry?" I heard a calm and beautiful voice on the other side of the bathroom door. I ignored him and let more tears run down my cheek. I sat on the bathroom floor for about 3 minutes and I heard Louis mumble something. I heard the bathroom door click and the door opened. Shit! I didnt lock the door! Louis stood there with widen eyes.

"Oh my- Harry are you okay?" Louis asked and he rushed towards me. I whipped my tears with my jumper and sniffed. I closed my eyes thinking why did he come at this time. I flinched when I felt his hand touch my shoulder. I nodded my head not trusting my own words because i didnt want to sound weaker than I was. He sat down on the floor next to me and the room was quiet for a few minutes. To be honest I was tired all i wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up in this hell called earth. Im thinking louis didnt notice the razor in my hand because he wouldnt even mention it which im thankful for. I saw Louis get up from the floor and he turned around facing me.

"Come on Harry you need some sleep" He whispered waiting for me to get up from the bathroom floor. It took me about 5 minuets just to recover. I put the razor in my pocket making sure he didnt see it I stood up and walked to Louis's room I went to the same side of the bed and layed down. Louis walked out behind me turning off the lights. And laid back in bed 30 minutes later i heard Louis soflty breathing.

I was waken by someone touching my wrists I moved to the side still with my eyes closed. I was really tired because of earlier. I winced when something or someone rubbed a finger slowly up and down my wrist. I quickly opened my eyes and turned around seeing Louis zoned out just rubbing my cuts. He was looking down at my hand not blinking at all. I didnt even try to move my hand because i cant belive he found out im a cutter.

"Why?" Is all i hear Louis say. He came back to reality and he stared into my eyes. I didnt give him an answer all i did was stare at him.

"Harry why?" He asked again sitting up this time. He let go of my wrist and I found anger in his blue eyes. I looked down a tugged my sleeve down.

"Harry! Dont you fucking ignore me im asking you a bloody god dam question!" Louis yelled as he stood up and punched his bed I flinched and just looked at him with scared eyes.

"Louis?" I heard a girl say from the other side of his door.

"What the fuck do you want Lottie!" Louis yelled tugging at his hair.

"I just wanted to know if your okay?" The girl im guess her name is Lottie asked.

"Yes im perfectly fucken fine! Now if you dont leave me alone i will-" He was cut off my Lottie say 'Okay ill leave '

Louis' P.O.V

I woke up to a phone going off in the morning thinking it was mine. I leaned to Harry's side a grabbed his phone see 3 text messages from an unknown number and 17 missed calls from the same unknown number and 4 from his mum. I didnt want fo be in his bussniess but I dont care less. I started reading the messages and im guessing it was his step-dad because all of them mostly say he has to be home by a certain time, that his mum is worried sick, that he better get home today or he'll have to face the consequence. I turned off his phone and put it back where it was. I layed down and put my hand down. I felt something rough and weird. I put my head to the side and saw i was touching Harry's wrists. Why do they feel weird though?" I pulled his 'Jack Wills' jumper sleeve up and saw scars. I gasped and just stared. Some where fading and others were so noticable. I ran a finger over then and just storted thinking why he did that. I felt Harry shuffle underneath me and came back to reality. He turned around looking at me with widen eyes.

"Why?" I whispered I wanted to know why he does this. I stared into his jade green eyes and he just stared back not responding.

"Harry why?" I asked him calmed not trying to break my barrier. I started to get anger and I let go of his wrist. I shoved his sleeve down quickly anf I lost it there.

"Harry! Dont you fucken try to ignore me im asking you a bloody god dam question!" I yelled at him punvhing my bed as i stood up. He flinched and I didnt care any less right now. I looked into his eyes again and saw fear in them.

"Louis?" I heard my sister Lottie say from the other side of the door. I rooled my eyes and started yelling again.

"What the fuck do you want Lottie!" O yelled a seconds later Lottie responded again.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay?" I knew she wanted to yell and cuss me out too but she didnt.

"Yes! Im perfectly fuckinh perfectly fine! Now if you you dont leave me alone i will-" I was cut off by her quickly replying

"Okay i'll leave" Lottie said I heard her steps getting further away from my room. I turned back at Harry and Harry swallowed hard.

"Okay tell me why you self-harm?" I asked calm. Harry still didnt reply and it was getting me really pissed off. I took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling.

"I-I c-can't" I heard Harry whisper I looked at him and his eyes were getting watery. I know I hang out with Zayn and the rest of the group but im not really like them. I mean I am but not as bad as the are. Yes i know they push Harry around but its just name calling and a few punches why can he joke around.

"Harry are you not telling me just because I hang out with Zayn and the group?" I asked Harry looked annoyed and he finall said something that as more than 4 words.

"No! Since when do you care about me! Since when do you wanna know about my life huh! I bet if you didnt see my scars you would still be a complete asshole! Im not that stupid Louis Tomlinson i know your little game here! Your just asking me questions of why I cut and the second I will tell you, you would turn on that phone and tell Zayn all about it. And the next day the whole school will know about Harry Styles the cutter and just so you guys can make my life more miserable than it alrighty is!" I stood there not knowing what to say. He knew exactly how I would react if he told me. He started to speak again.

"Im tired of all this name-calling, pushing me around like im just you punching bag, but im not a fucking punching bag Louis im a human like you and the rest if the people! I never did anything to you and your picking on me. I've been picked on my entire whole life just because I though diffferent from other boys.! Im tired of being everyones punching bag" Harry's voiced cracked at the end of his sentence. I started at him not knowing what to do he told me how he felt. Harry started sobbing and he got up. I looked at him in confusememt. He got his cloth from the closet and walked to the bathroom not saying anything. About 5 minutes later Harry was in his cloth and the joggers and t-shirt I let him use neatly folded in his hands. He put them on my bed and started putting on his shoes.

"Where are you going?" I asked

"Home" Harry said he stood up and walked to where his phone was. He got his phone and put it in his front pocket. He walked past me and opened the door.

"Harry you better not tell anyone about this!" I growled at him. He turned around and responded.

"Trust me I have no one to tell" Harry said and slammed my door shut. I stood there looking at the door and I felt anger building up inside me. I punched the wall next to me and walked out my room slamming it behind me.

Yay I updated! I seriously didnt know what to write about but this came out of my mind ha. I hope you like. I wrote 2080 words! Love you lots byeee!