They were sat on the sofa when Louis noticed it.

"Haz..." He frowned, eyes fixed on Harry's leg.

"Yeah?" Harry looked up from his book.

"You're bleeding. On your thigh." Harry looked back down and sure enough a small patch of blood was soaking the fabric of his joggers.

"Shit, um, well that's not happened before." He muttered to himself before announcing a little louder, "I'm going to go and sort it out."

"Yeah," Louis nodded, clearing his throat, "okay. Um, and can I talk to you when you're back down?"

Harry eyed him warily but gave a small nod as he scurried off. Harry finally returned with a new pair of joggers on.

"Everything okay with it?"

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded, looking a little awkward.

"Okay..." Louis sighed, "may as well get it over with. I know not all suicidal people hurt themselves-"

Harry winced, curling in on himself.

"And not all people who hurt themselves necessarily want to die, but like-"

"I don't want to do this." Harry interrupted. "I know where this is going and I don't want to do this."

"H, please?" Louis gulped. That had definitely confirmed his suspicions.

"What?" He brought his knees up to his chest, looking down at his feet.

"How long have you been doing it?"

"Who said I cut myself?"

"Harry, you just-"

"Fine. Yes, I fucking cut myself. Make fun of me all you like. I know it's stupid, and I know it's pathetic. Whatever." He snapped.

"No, Harry, god no. I'm not bringing this up to ridicule you. I'm bringing it up because I'm worried." Louis moved to sit next to him, taking one of Harry's hands.

"I don't do it that often." He murmured, "just like, when I don't know what else to do. I used to do it and then I stopped but it helps. It's not a regular thing anymore though."

"How often?"

"I don't know, maybe 3, 4 times a week. More if it's a worse week, less if it's a better week." He admitted, continuing to avoid eye contact. "Lou, I know you're worried about me and shit but there's nothing you can do. I'm leaving within a couple of days, I won't be able to stop in that time and you're not going to be able to stop me when I'm at home."

"But I need to know that you're trying to stop."

"I am." He mumbled, "you know the other night when I was really um, you know, when my depression was bad, I cut myself that day but I went to your room so I didn't again. I'm trying."

"I hope you know how proud I am of you." Louis squeezed his hand. "Endlessly proud."

"Thank you." Harry croaked.

"Will you call me if you feel the need?"

"Not every time but yeah. But sometimes I can't bring myself to talk to people."

"Darling, as long as you're trying your best it's okay. You're doing all you can and that's what matters." Louis tugged him in for a hug. "You're so bloody strong."

//

"I'm all packed." Harry announced with a sigh as he slumped down at the table, gratefully accepting the cup of tea Louis offered him.

"So that's it? You're really leaving tomorrow?" Louis frowned.

"I'm getting the 8 o' clock ferry." Harry confirmed.

"Let's do something tonight. Zayn's not gonna be back til late so it'll just be us."

"Can we make dinner together?" Harry asked shyly.

"We can. We'll make dinner together then we'll eat it and we can watch TV or something. Will you sleep in my bed tonight?"

"Yeah, definitely." Harry nodded, loving how normal it had become for them.

"What are we making then?"

"Can we make a roast? It's Sunday after all."

"Do we have to have broccoli in it?" Louis groaned.

"Yes." Harry nodded, "seeing as it's my last day."

"Stop saying it." Louis flicked him.

"I'm sorry. It's not my last day but I want broccoli."

"Okay, you can deal with the devil fruit."

"It's a vegetable Lou."

"Same thing."

"Is it though?"

"Yes."

"Whatever you say." Harry shrugged with a small smile on his face.

The two began to cook, Louis seeming to find it absolutely hilarious when he peeled a potato or a carrot and placed the peel on top of Harry's curls. Harry would just pout at him, shaking his head to remove it before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Harry however, found it funnier to chase Louis with broccoli. He had chased Louis all the way out of the kitchen and through the house, the pair coming to a halt as they burst through the pub doors and a few people turned to look at them. Louis pointed to Harry, exclaiming "he's got broccoli!" and Harry threw his head back with a laugh.

Louis pushed them back into house, laughing against Harry's chest. "You twat."

"Hey, you ran into there first!" Harry whined, "I chased you."

"Exactly, you cornered me! I had nowhere to go."

"You're just making excuses now." Harry tutted, shaking his head.

"Am not."

"Are so."

"Am not."

"I'm not going to do this."

"I win, haha!" Louis pumped a fist in the air before running back to the kitchen.

"You're a bloody nightmare."

"Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream." Louis grinned and Harry groaned.

//

"I'm really gonna miss you." Louis murmured to Harry as Harry climbed into the bed.

"I'm going to miss this bed." Harry replied, a cheeky grin on his face that dropped when he saw that Louis was holding back tears. "I'm really gonna miss you too." He felt his own throat close up.

"Sorry for the tears, I can be quite an emotional person." Louis gave a sad laugh.

"I don't like seeing you sad." Harry lay down, entangling himself with Louis.

"I'm just gonna miss you. I'll be fine as long as we keep in touch."

"We will. We have to."

"I'm going to want you to facetime me and give me a house tour."

"I wanna show you that in real life." Harry sighed, "it's not that nice though. Nothing compared to this. It's nice but like in a modern way. It doesn't have that much character. I want to move really, to a little cottage or something but I couldn't afford it. Especially not now that I don't have a job."

"Would you move out of the city?"

"Definitely. I don't want to live in a city anymore. The only good thing about where I live is Niall and Liam."

"You really should move to the island. Everyone loves you."

"But I've talked to like 6 people max. How do they know what I'm like?"

"Because you're sweet and you've got lovely manners and you smile at people and say hello to them when you pass."

"Oh." Harry felt a small smile tug at his lips. The fact that people actually noticed him and liked him made him feel all warm and fuzzy.

"Yeah, you're proper loved Styles."