Trigger Warnings: mentions of self harm, implied eating disorder

Harry sighs, turning the stone over in his hand again, before finally dropping it in on top of the others. It made a satisfying sound as it knocked against the other stones in the jar. Harry let out another sigh as he screwed the lid back on the jar and placed it back on the shelf. 

He turns from the shelf and walks down the hall to go find Louis. 

"Hey, babe," Louis says looking up as Harry enters the room. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," Harry says collapsing on the bed.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, just tired," Harry lied.

"You sure?" Louis asked. He could tell Harry was lying, but he didn't want to press any farther. Harry would tell him when he was ready.

"Yeah," he said scooting over to rest his head on Louis lap as he worked.

Louis smoothed the hair out of Harry's face. "I love you baby, you know that?'

"Hmm," Harry hummed, closing his eyes. "Love you too."

They were silent for a minute, as Louis looked down to Harry's long sleeved shirt.

"Harry."

"Hmm."

"Show me your wrists."

Harry guiltily pulled up his sleeves, showing several red scars across his arms.

"Harry, we talked about this. You are supposed to come and get me okay? You can't keep doing this to yourself sweetheart."

"I know. I'm sorry," Harry said quietly. "I'm trying. It was just sitting there and-" He sighed. "I'm sorry, Louis."

"I know, baby. It's okay, really. I know it's hard to resist, but please come and get me next time okay. I love you. I don't want you hurt like this, okay?"

"I know. I'll try." 

Louis sighed shutting his laptop.

"You hungry?"

Harry thinks about it for a minute. He is, but...

"I mean are you hungry, not do you want to eat?"

Harry hesitantly nodded.

"If I order a pizza and a salad will you eat something, please?"

"Fine."

"Thank you, baby."

Louis gently removes Harry's head from his lap, leaning down to kiss his forehead, and then stands up, walking towards the kitchen and standing at the counter as he orders the food. Once he does, he sets plates out at the table and goes to sit on the couch.

A few minutes later Harry wanders in wearing a light grey jumper and a pair of sweat pants. He walks over to the couch and plops down next to Louis, pushing his face into his shoulder.

"I'm tired," he mumbled into Louis' shoulder.

"You'll feel better after you eat. And we can watch a movie after dinner, okay?"

"Mmhm," Harry mumbled.

Thirty minutes later they were on the couch, a half eaten salad on the table before them, a movie playing on the tv, and Harry already asleep, curled up into Louis' side.

Uggh that chapter was bad sorry. The next one will get better.

Hope you enjoyed it!

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- Addie