This is set in 2016 just after the boys went on hiatus.

Louis pov

Harry was out with some friends and I was just sitting in bed scrolling through insta and twitter. I came across an article talking about how when thw 18 months are over I shouldn't come back.

It was saying thing like 'louis has always been different' 'his personality just doesn't work with the band'

I wasn't badly hurt by those statements because I am different from the rest of the boys. But then I found another article about why people should hate me.

It was awful to think that people feel this way about me.

There where so many rude thing in it like 'louis is just ugly and lives of off Harry's fame not his own.', ' he should just go kill himself before harry realises how weird he is' and probably the worst ' he raped briana because he couldn't have a baby with harry'.

By this stage I was rocking back and forth trying to comprehend what I had just read.

I ran into the bathroom looking for my old friend, a razer.

I used to cut in 2011 after modest tried to hide me and Harry's relationship. I had been clean since 2014 but I couldn't help it.

I slid the cold blade along my skin muttering about how I wasn't good enough for everyone, especially harry.

I leaned back against the bath satisfied by the soung of the hot read blood dripping on the tiles.

Then I heared the front door slam shut, knocking me out of my trance. "boobear where are you?" Harry's deep voice shouted from downstairs. "um I'm at the toilet hazzie, ill be down in like 5 minutes" I shouted back.

I leaped up and began working, washing the 10 new cuts and bandaging them up before covering my arms with one of harrys hoodies.

"boobear, hurry up, it's important!" Harry screamed.

I ran down stairs and was met my Harry's strong arms pulling me into a tight hug.

Once he let me go I said "what was that for?" I was really confused as to why he called me down.

"I-I had a bad dream last night, you started cutting again c-cause of some silly news articles, a-and I wasn't there to stop you" I was sure harry could see the future in his dreams. I didn't know what to say so I just looked at the ground.

"y-you didn't, did you" Harry asked, a little shocked by my reaction.

I nodded my head knowing I couldn't lie to haz.

"Oh boobear, were gonna get through this, are you tired?" he said seeing my black undreyes.

I nodded, he snuddled into me on the sofa. "go to sleep, I'm tired too" he whispered into my ear.

I soon drifted off to sleep with the sound of his light snoring.

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