*Noel's POV*

I've been out of the hospital for a couple of days, and I'm currently on bed rest. The 5SOS boys are staying with us. They're all pretty much living in my loft, above my room.  They all have their own room, except Michael. He sleeps on the pull out couch up there, in my loft. But they usually spend their time up in my loft when the guys are at rehearsal for the tour. Not that I can make them stay out of my room, I'm still on bed rest. Let me tell you, It's awful. I'm pretty sure I've watched everything on Netflix... twice. I've read all my books. I slowly get up, stretching my arms and legs and look around for something to do. I go to my desk and start looking through my drawers. I start moving stuff aside when I see my sketch book. I haven't opened it in weeks. I pick it up and start looking through it.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" I jump and spin around, my drawings flying every where. Michael is standing there with a slice of pizza and a Dr. Pepper.

"Shit." I say as I bend down to pick them up, and I feel a tug on my stitches.

"No, here. Go sit down. I got it." He says putting the food on the night stand and bending down to pick up my drawings.

"No. Stop! Don't touch them!" I yell.

"Who's this?" He asks holding up a photo of Charlie smiling, and next to it was the picture I drew of it. His mom took the picture, he was looking at me with a gleam in his eyes, and he had the biggest smile on his face. That was six months before it happened... before he ended his life.

"Please put it down Michael." I said. He nodded and put it on the nightstand.  All of a sudden all the guys came in and started looking at the pictures on the floor. Calum picked up the sketch book.

"Who is this your boyfriend?" He said passing it around.

"Would you stop!" I yelled. They started throwing it around. "Please, Just quit it! Put it down!"

"Why do you have so many drawings of him? What are you a stalker?" Calum asked, all the boys started laughing. They started pushing each other around, until Luke pushed Calum into the nightstand knocking Dr.Pepper all over the drawings and pictures of Charlie.

"NO!" I screamed. "GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY ROOM! GET OUT!" I said crying. They all just stared at me silently. "I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF MY ROOM!" I screamed, angry tears streaming down my face.

"Noel, We're Sorr-" Calum said before I cut him off.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" I screamed, Throwing the empty glass from the Dr.Pepper at them, as it shattered on the floor. They all ran out. I walked to the door and slammed it. I looked down at the glass, then I saw the usually white happy picture of Charlie, slowly start to deteriorate. You couldn't even see it was him. More then half the photographs were ruined. I started screaming and crying. It was like losing him all over again. I looked from Charlie to the shards of glass on the floor... I slowly picked up the sharpest shard I could find, and with my hands shaking started moving it towards my left wrist...

*LOUIS' POV*

We were on our way back to the house when my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller I.D. - Michael

I accepted the call, I heard screaming in the back ground. "Louis, we did something really stupid."

"What's wrong, what's happening? Is that Noel?" I asked. I put my hand over the speaker. "Liam speed up." He looked at me worriedly, but complied to my request, pushing down harder on the gas pedal.

"I was bringing her food, and there were these drawings of some guy, and the boys came in and they spilled soda all over them, they're ruined.  She's screaming and crying and threw a glass at us and slammed her door.... wait, it just got quiet." He said, I heard a knock in the back ground. "Louis she's not answering the door, I don't hear her in there."

"I'm on my way. We'll be there in less than an hour." I said hanging up. I'm pretty sure they ruined the pictures she had of Charlie, and if this is anything like the cemetery incident... this is going to be a lot worse. I started thinking... her wrist, the old lines, the glass... "Liam, go faster now." I said urgently

"I'm already going ten miles over the speed limit." He said

"I don't care. Go faster!" I yelled... Sweetie, please don't be doing what I think you're doing