Harry's POV

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor crying and wiping blood from my wrists...yes I cut myself...I did it a few times when I was younger but I never thought I'd do it again...but I guess feeling worthless will make you do things you don't want to...I wanted to tell someone I did..I would tell Louis but does he even care about me anymore? I sat there crying silently when there was a knock on the door, I shoved my blade in my pocket and pulled my sleeves over my hands. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and stood up, "w-what?" I sniffed wiping my eyes and sighing. "Harry,it's Liam. Are you ok in there?" Oh no..I can't let him know about this...he'd hate me for it.. "Um yeah, I'm ok" I lied..I hate lying I really do..but what am I suppose to say? That I'm cutting myself and want to die because I feel like Louis hates me? Nope.no way..I put on a fake smile and opened the door, Liam looked at me strangely and said "you sure you're ok?" He asked placing a hand on my shoulder, I flinched and backed away "I'm fine.." "You sure?" "Yes.." "Harry you're not fine..I can tell something is wrong do you want to talk?" "NO I said I'm fine!" I pushed past Liam and stormed out of the room and threw myself on my bunk bed (I did share it with Louis but he left me for Eleanor...) I sobbed bitterly into my pillow, I pulled at my hair in frustration, "he probably hates you" is what I kept thinking and he probably does...I wouldn't love me either...At least I'll get to see Lou tomorrow..we have an interview at 3:00 I just hope he'll talk to me...I'm really not looking forward to it..