Louis P.O.V

I was left dumbfounded. What did Niall mean when he 'if I ever and i mean ever said see a cut on Harry's wrist all because of your coldhearted arse you well regret you ever met me' did Harry actually self harm because of me? I ran my small fingers through my messy hair. I need to see him. No but what if Niall's there? Fuck it I need to see Harry and I need to tell him why he harmed himself all because of me. I went to my bed sat on the edge and got my shoes from the floor. I slid them on and got my phone from my drawer. Louis this is all a bet you cant fall for him! My mind reminded me. I rolled my eyes and walked out my house. I was standing in front of Harry's house porch I just stared at the wooden door that was in front of me. There was yelling and screaming on the other side of the door and my mind quickly went to panic mode. What if Damien is hurting Harry. I knocked harder so they can hear me. The wooden door swung open with Damien standing there with a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah if it isn't pretty boy" Damien laughed with a smirk still playing on is face. I rolled my eyes and looked up at him with a straight face.

"I'm not here to play some stupid game with you, is Harry here?" I looked behind him and saw a lady with teary eyes. Her hair was everywhere and she had a bruise under her eye that was burly forming. I then looked up at Damien and gave him the most disgusting face that i have ever made. Damien stepped aside letting me walk in the house. The smell of cigarettes and other kind of shity shit that was flooding around the air made my nostrils burn. The lady wasn't no where to be seen making me wonder if that was Harry's mum or sister.

"Where's his room?" I asked Damien my body was alrighty walking up the stairs.

"Down the hall second door of the left" He smirked and slammed the door shut before walking into the living room. I walked up the stairs my feet finally touching the last step. I walked slowly down the hall and stood in front of Harry's door once I found it. I slowly opened the door and peeked my head inside his room. His room was dark like literally pure darkness I opened the door wider and walked in.

"Mum I said I'm not hungry" Harry mumbled. His voice cracked in between every word and I felt so guilty for making him cry. The only light that was entering his room was the light outside that was on the streets. I walked over to the small bed that was in the middle of the room, my eyes were glued to the bed that I didn't noticed I stepped on something.

"Fuck" I mumbled as I heard something crack under my feet. I heard shuffling on the bed my eyes shut closed tightly as if Harry wont be able to see me in case he turned on the light.

"Mum I wanna be left alone please" Harry mumbled, It was like his face was into the pillow or something was just covering his face.

"Well its a bad thing to leave you alone Harry" I spoke up.

"Louis what are you doing here" I heard his voice say. I opened my eyes and the light in his room was on, I saw Harry sitting on his bed his back on the headboard. I looked down and saw the pencil that was now broken and I looked up and saw Harry pulling his blanket up to his chest.

"Nice to see you too" I smiled at him and he looked so confused. I stood at the same spot just looking around his room. His room was light blue colored with picture frames on his wall. My eyes scanned the room slowly and my eyes landed on a frame that was broken it was inches away from his door.

"What are you doing here Louis?" Harry asked again, I turned around to see him and he was now standing on his feet next to his chair.

"I came to talk to you" I simply said. Harry raised a brow and got closer to his wall.

"Are you here to talk or beat the living crap out of me?" Harry raised his voice, but he wasn't looking up at me when he was saying that he was looking down at his fingers just playing around with them.

"Hazza- " I was cut off by Harry laughing at me, well I can tell it's a fake laugh.

"How dare you call me Hazza after what you did Louis, I seriously don't get you at all, are you bipolar or something?" Harry looked up from his fingers and up at me. I gave him a look that not even I know what look it was.

"I came to talk to you about you not me" I walked over to his bed and sat on the very edge. I noticed that he wasn't wearing his glasses he was wearing a white shirt and some joggers. His hair wasn't geled it was naturally down his curly locks showing.

"Okay, why do you wanna talk about me?" Harry said getting his blanket from the floor and putting it over his fragile body.

"Niall came over to my house today, and he saw your um... wrists... he started blamming me for it and I wanted to know why you did it? Was it really because of me?" I mumbled but I know he heard me beacuse he sucked in a deep breath.

"Its something you shouldnt worry about Louis" Harry got up from his chair to his small desk. I saw that there was a blanket over a frame and I know 100% its a mirror because you can see the refection of his feet.

"Whats underneath that?" I ask pointing to the blanket. He looked at the spot where I was pointing and he shrugged.

"Nothing" Is all he said he pulled out a pencil and started playing with the ends.

"Harry, let me see your wrist" I stood up and walked towards him.

"Wha-no why?" He quickly nodded pulling his sleeves down harshly. He let out a bit whimper as the cloth rubbed his freshly new cuts.

"Harry please I'm just trying to help you out" I reached my hand to put it on his shoulder and he flinched. Fuck!

"I don't need no one's help expecially from you. I don't need your pity Louis" Harry stepped back turning around the light in his room wasn't really lighting up his room. The room was silent and no one planned on speaking up.

"Harry I didn't mean what I said back in the music room. I don't know why I even said that" I heard him huff, my hands went behind my back and looked down.

"Yes you did, you meant every word and it's okay because I'm use to the truth, and I'm starting to realize what you said and I should start dealing with my problems by myself no matter what they are" I can hear the hurt in his voice and I just wanna go back in time and take everything I said to him since the very first day. His room door opened and Damien stood there with a smirk.

Harrys P.O.V

My head snapped towards the door and Damien stood there with a big smirk on his lips.

"Faggot and Faggot wow I like this room" Damien said sarcastically. I put the pencil I was playing with down and stood there looking at Louis. He had his hands into a fist and his chest was going up and down so fast. Damien walked in my room and started laughing. He turned around and he saw something that made him stop his tracks. He looked back at me and Louis. He walked to my wall and grabbed my broken frame that was close to the door.

"Awh is this your dad?" Damien had a smile that I can see from where I was standing no matter if he was facing the opposite way. I turned my head to Louis and I saw that he was looking at me. I quickly turned my attention back to Damien and ignored Louis smile. Damien was still holding the picture frame in his hands, he turned around and faced me. He threw the picture harshly to the floor making it shudder everywhere on my floor. I gasped and ran towards the broken glass and photo.

"Damien, why would you do that!" I yelled, this is the only thing I had left of my father before he passed away. Damien pushed me away making me fall on my bum. He grabbed the picture that had no frame and he held it in his hands. He was laughing hard and I wanted to cry. The tears were ready to just burst out.

"Damien- please" I begged. He had his fingers on the top ends of the picture and it felt like the world was gonna end. Louis stayed in the same spot not moving. Damien grabbed a hand full of my curly hair and brought my head close to him.

"Oh so now you beg for something uh" He pulled my hair making me whimper. He let go harshly making me go backwards but I didn't fall. He pulled both ends of the picture and started ripping it into small pieces.

"No! Damien! Please! " I was now sobbing standing in front of Damien. He smirked and threw the pieces onto my face making them fall to the floor. I got on my knees and started piling up the pieces of the picture. My vision was blury and my sobs were loud. I heard the door open which meant someone left the room. I put my head on the floor and my hands were on to of the ripped picture.

"Harry?" I felt Louis hand on my shoulder.

"Don't fucking touch me Louis!" I moved away from his touch. I just cussed at someone! I just freaking cussed! I stayed in this position for a while until my knees were feeling numb. I got up and walked to the bathroom I noticed Louis was sitting on the floor next to me. I closed the door behind me and a tear ran down my cheek.

"I'm sorry dad, I let you down, I'm so sorry" I tried controlling my tears. I sat on the floor of the bathroom my head against the wall. I ran my hand through my hair my eyes just looking at the cabinet that had my razors. No Harry! I got up and walked out the bathroom and found Louis picking up the broken glass from the floor.

"Your gonna hurt yourself" I mumbled. I got on my knees next to him, I was about to pick up a broken glass when Louis slapped my hand away.

"No I'll do it" Louis spoke up looking at me. I looked back at him this time his eyes were looking at mine and mine into his. I saw him lean close to me and I felt myself lean closer. Louis looked down at my lips and I did the same. For some odd reason my mind wasn't running well. I forgot why I was even upset.

"Fuck!" Louis growled. I looked down at his finger and his index finger was bleeding. I got up and walked to the bathroom, I went to the cabinet and got the first aid kit. I got a bandage and a small wipe that has alcohol on it to clean the cut. I walked back to my room and saw Louis still picking up the broken glass. I walked up to him and sat next to him.

"Let me see" I whispered.

"I'm fine Harry" Louis mumbled. Without thinking I grabbed his hand and put it on top of my lap. I got out the wipe and started wiping it on Louis cut. He started to hiss out in pain and I was smiling because it was funny.

"I told you, you were gonna get hurt but you just wouldn't listen" I said in a motherly tone. Louis let out a small laugh that made me look up at him. He quickly covered his mouth with his other hand and looked up at the ceiling. I looked down again and started to bandage up his cut.

"Your beautiful Harry" I heard Louis say. My heart started racing and it felt like it was gonna pop out of my chest. I pretened I didn't hear him but in reality I wanted to die.

"Shit, sorry I didn't mean to say that out loud" Louis quickly recovered his words.

"It's fine" I mumbled I got up and threw the wraps away in my bin. Louis was still picking up the broken glass and I rolled my eyes because he just cut himself yet he still won't leave it alone. When Louis was done with that he sat up and gave me the ripped pieces of the picture that were on the floor.

"If you want I can help you out with the puzzle?" Louis smiled looking at the pieces in his hands. I gave him small smile and nodded.

Okay so it's been a while since I updated and yeah. Omfg I love my book cover it's so ughhh. Anyways I love you all soon much.

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