⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️ 

Harry's POV

I laid in bed scrolling through Twitter as I waited for my boyfriend to get out of the shower. He's been having a hard time recently, manegment having been extremely hard on him ever since that night when the fan nearly saw him and I kiss.

I hear the water shut off and it's not ten minutes later that my baby comes walking out wearing a huge sweater and sweatpants. 

"Haz, will you turn the air on love? It's boiling in here!" He exclaims, waving his hands in front of face and panting like a dog.

I furrow my eyebrows at him, squinting curiously. "Lou, you're wearing a sweater and pants.." I trail off.

He takes a second to respond, seeming as though he's having a mental battle with himself. "I don't wanna change! I just got dressed!"

I stand from the bed, walking over and resting my hands on his hips. He flinches. Immediately, I pull away, worried. But before I can question him, he reaches out, grabs my shirt, and yanks me in, smashing our lips together. 

The kiss is sweet and filled with passion. As he wraps his arms around my neck, I start to slide my hands just under his sweater, barely getting to feel any skin before he lurches away and climbs into bed, flicking the lamp to off and turning the fan on all in one motion, not speaking another word to me.

I climb in behind him, trying to figure out what's wrong, but unable to come up with anything other than management being a pain in the butt. As I slide up behind to to start spooning him, but the second my hands touch his stomach he winces and whispers.

"Hazza, please don't. I've got a stomach ache." 

"Oh, 'm sorry baby. Do you want some tumms or something?"  I ask, lightly tracing where I know his tattoos are hidden under his sweatshirt.

"No, 'm okay, I'm just gonna go to sleep. Thanks babe." 

And without another word, we fall asleep.

***

"Louis!! Stop goofing around! For gods sake! You're going to not be allowed to sing at the next concert if this doesn't stop!" Simon shouts at my boy.

I can see the tears gathering in his eyes as he runs off stage and towards the bathroom area.

"'M gonna go check on him Zayn." He nods understandingly.

I take off into a sprint towards the rest room, shutting and locking the door once I'm in. 

I hear mumbles coming from one of the stalls, and realize he must not have heard me come in. Just as I'm about to make my presence known, I hear it.

"You worthless piece of- AH! Why are you so worthless?!" I can hear how broken his voice is. I can hear how broken he is.

I hear a clanging on the tile floor, and whatever it is tumbles out right by my feet. As I bend down to pick it up, my breath catches in my throat, because no. Tell me that's not what I think it is.

"Lou? Baby? C'mere please." I speak shakily, hoping to sound as calm as possible.

He chokes up, I could hear it. The stall door opens and out comes my baby, tugging his sleeves down as far as they'll go and keeping his head low. When he looks up at me, I can see the streams of tears that leak off his face, only increasing when he realizes what I'm holding.

I look down at the bloody razor blade in between my fingers, tossing it into the trash bin and bringing him into a bone-crushing hug. This is what he's been hiding from me.

He finally lets go for the first time in an extremely long time, breaking down into massive sobs and hanging onto Harry like his life depended on it. I gently pick him up by his butt, squeezing a bit as I set him on the counter next to the sink.

"Lou...." I start, not knowing what I should say. "C-can I see baby?"

His breath catches, and he looks up, trying to play dumb. "See what?" He might think I don't notice the way he tugs on his sleeves when he says that, but I do.

Instead of having some huge argument about this, I take his arm in mine, pushing his sleeve up until I see them. Cuts litter his arm, one after another.

When he realizes I've seen his weak side, he yanks his arm back and pushes his sleeve back down.

"Baby, no." I shake my head at him, tears gathering. "Baby, please don't do this to yourself." I pause. "Do you have any others?" 

He nods wearily, scared. 

"Can I see them baby?" 

He looks up at me, eyes red and watery, and I can clearly see that he's scared to show me. I lightly kiss his forehead and nod at him, encouraging him to show me.

"I-I don't know Haz... this is embarrassing enough as it is." He wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

"Baby please." I beg, wanting to help as much as possible.

"I- uhh..... okay. Just-just don't laugh. Please." He looks down.

"This isn't something to laugh about sweets. I'd never laugh."

He chuckles bitterly. "No, I mean.... you've-you've never seen me naked before."

I squint my eyes at him. "Okay.... I don't think that's going to change now is it?" 

"I mean.... I suppose I'll just leave my boxers o- Haz please don't make me show you! Please! I-I can't!" He frantically squirms around.

I rest my one hand around his back while the other goes around his neck, pulling him in and kissing him sweetly. "It's okay Lou, I won't laugh. Just show me."

He nods and takes a shaky breath, standing up and getting ready to take his shirt off, but then pausing.

"Can you-can you turn around? I feel weird taking my clothes off with someone watching.." He mumbles, cheeks turning a deeper red. I follow his request, and listen to him shuffling out of his clothing, with the occasional 'ouch' or 'shit' that I'm guessing is out of pain. "O-okay... you can turn around..... I guess."

I slowly turn around, looking at my boy as he stands in just his boxer briefs, he trys covering his stomach with his arms and looking down at the floor.

As I take in all of what I see, I feel the tears prick at my eyes again. His stomach is covered, his arms have a few scratches, and his legs..... those got the worse treatment obviously. I take cautious steps toward him, feeling as though he's a baby deer that if you move too quickly will run off. Once I get close enough, he falls into my chest, crying lightly.

I card my fingers through his hair and whisper encouraging things into his ear, kissing his temple once in a while. 

"It's gonna be okay Lou, I'm here, I'll help you baby." I mumble as he buries his face into my chest. "Hey Lou?" 

He looks up. "Yea?"

I smile at him. Beginning to sing softly. "I have loved you since we were 18,"

A tear falls off his cheek, and his smile grows as he finishes. "Long before we both thought the same thing."

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