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    [Center][font=georgia] Louis got dressed quickly, his thoughts on Harry. He loved the younger lad so much, he wished he wouldn't keep pulling away. All the while he loved serious Liam. When people said oppisites attract, they weren't kidding. He headed downstairs, his eyes instantly looking around for Harry but when he didn't see him, they stopped at Liam. [Color=white]"Hey Li," he mumbled, trying not to show that he was upset.

    Harry kept his head in his hands and sobbed softly. He cursed under his breath and lifted his head slightly. He lifted his sleeve an grabbed his razor blade from his pocket. He pressed the blade to his arm, drawing blood.


    Liam looked up as he heard Louis' soft voice. "Hi Lou.." He said softly with a smile and almost immediately saw the upset look on his face. "Lou, what's the matter?" He asked quietly.

    [Center][font=georgia] Louis ran a hand frustratingly through his brown hair, biting his bottom lip. [Color=white]"It's Hazza." he mumbled, looking in the fridge for something he could cook that would satisfy Niall's hunger. [Color=white]"I'm worried about him..." He pulled out pancakes and bacon, remembering how he watched Harry make these things for an excited Irish lad.

    Liam frowned and watched Louis as he began to cook. "Is he getting worse?" Liam questioned quietly and got up to retrieve a bottle of juice from the fridge. He looked at Louis, waiting for an answer. He walked up beside the lad and placed a hand on his back gently.

    [Center][font=georgia] Louis felt his heart flutter when he felt Liam's hand on his back. He tried not to smile but knew he couldn't in the situation, the thought of what Harry might be doing right now, wherever he was, made him shiver. "Well... it seems like he has." he mumbled. [Color=white]"He hardly wanted to talk and..." he paused, not wanting to talk to Liam about spending the night there. [Color=white]"I think he hadn't been sleeping much."

    Liam rubbed his back gently and stared at him curiously. "Do you know where he is? Maybe both of us can talk to him.." He said quietly and then tune and sat back down at the table.


    Harry looked down at the deep cuts engraved into his arms. His blood stained the bathroom floor and he was in pain but he liked it, he enjoyed the pain.

    [Center][font=georgia] Louis turned to looked at Liam and shook his head. "No..." he mumbled. [Color=white]"When I went to talk to him in his room... pointing out his sadness. He..." Louis hesitated. Most would be surprised that Harry would tell Louis nothing since they used to be close. He walked over to wash his hands. [Color=white]"He just said he was fine and left. But it's quite obvious that he's not fine."

    Harry cleaned up the blood and walked out of the bathroom. He walked back to the house, not aware that the blood was soaking through his shirt. He opened the door and walked in, then that's when he noticed the blood.


    Liam tilted his head and was about to reply when He heard the door open.

    [Center][font=georigia] Louis perked up when he heard the door open. He was taking out a pan and putting non-stick spray in it, getting ready to cook the bacon when he heard the door. He looked towards Liam quickly. "Li, start the bacon, please?" he asked and headed towards the entrance of the house to see Harry. He almost instantly saw the blood soaking his shirt and frowned. [Color=white]"What happened Haz?" he asked frowning, finding a lump forming in the back on his throat. He was kind of scared to ask.

    Liam nodded and got up to do as he was told. He grabbed the pan and layed the strips of bacon on it then popped it into the oven.


    Harry lifted his head and looked at Louis. A pained look in his green eyes. The mucsles in his jaw righted and he looked down again. "I scraped my arm, that's all.." He replied and walked towards him to get to the stairs.

    [Center][font=georgia] Louis nodded, though he wasn't convinced. Harry was hiding something. Louis definitely knew that. He wasn't gonna let Harry go this time, he was going to find out what was up. [Color=white]"Could I see it?" he asked hopefully, looking down at Harry's covered arms.

    Harry froze and looked at Louis briefly. "There's no need I see it.." He replied, his eyes flashed with sadness then the look disppeared. He sighed and closed his eyes, then continued to walk past him. "Thanks for your concern though." He added, he looked at him his eyes had an apologetic look to them.

    [Center][font=georgia]Louis gave a frustarted moan, looked at Harry. He was a little embarrassed that Harry wouldn't tell him anything and upset. He grabbed the lad's arm, hoping that wasn't the place where the cut was. [Color=white]"Harry stop being so f*cking stubborn and let me just see it." Louis demanded. He turned Harry to face him, giving a pleading look.

    Harry winced when he grabbed his arm. "Louis...Please don't.." He said quietly, tears welling up in his eyes as he stared at the older boy. "Don't.." He murmured softly as a tear rolled down his pale cheek. "L-Louis..I'm falling apart..." His voice shook as he spoke.

    [align=center][font=georgia]Louis had an idea what Harry had been doing in that moment. He didn't listen even though he wanted to. Slowly, he lifted up his sleeve to reveal the cuts, no cuts. Louis's eyes widened and he looked at Harry for once speechless. Once he found the point of speaking, he was able to speak. [color=white]"Ha-Hazza.... why?" He asked, running his finger over each scar, looking down at them.

    Harry looked away and tried to hold back the small sobs but he couldn't. He closed his eyes and flinched everytime Louis would touch one of his scars. "Lou.." He whispered then trailed off and looked down at the floor.

    [align=center][font=georgia] Louis was heartbroken by his sobs. He could feel everyone of them a cry for help, embarrassment of someone else finding out a secret he wanted to keep. He looked down at the scars that he traced, lowering his hand to take Harry's. He reached up to wipe Harry's tears, wiping them across his fingers. [color=white]"Tell me." he demanded.

    Harry lifted his head and stared at Louis with tear-filled eyes. "Louis, im not good enough, not good enough for anyone." He pulled away and put his head in his hands and sobbed softly. "I'm hated.." He growled. "The person that I love, he only person that I have ever loved barely notices me.." He said quietly.

    [align=center][font=georgia] Louis heart sunk when he mentioned the person he loved. Louis couldn't believe Harry had come to believe everyone hated him, when all everyone in the band did was worry about him. Everyone knew Louis did most of all. He pulled Harry into a tight comforting hug, planting a kiss on the younger lad'd cheek. [color=white]"Not true, boo." he mumbled.

    Harry layed his head against Louis' chest and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry.." Je whispered. "I'm sorry.." He repeated and pulled away to look at him. The pain showing in his green eyes. "I'm in love.." He whispered. "A-and..." He trailed off. "But he doesn't love me back.."