Chapter 7

Harry's POV

**5:30am the next day**

I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around, it was dark and I couldn't see a thing, it took me a minute or two to actually realize where I was. I had fallen asleep in the bathroom, I was exhausted. I carefully stood up and felt around for the light, I switched it on and my eyes filled with horror, I saw my blood all over the floor where I had been sitting, and the sleeve of my shirt was stained bright red. I glanced down at my arm and let out a small whine, ok so maybe I'd cut a little deeper than I'd planned to...I still don't understand why I don't quite remember cutting that deep, I do remember I started feeling a bit dizzy and light headed, I can remember Liam calling my name and then after that I must have fallen asleep. I am SO thankful they didn't decide to unlock the door...that wouldn't have ended well...

I began cleaning the blood off the floor tiles with a paper towel and then wiping up the rug in front of the door. I pulled off my shirt and set it on the closed toilet lid. I stood facing the mirror above the sink, I turned on the faucet and splashed some water on my face. It helped cool me off some I was sweating alot and it was extremely hot in the bus. I couldn't decide if I should take a shower or not, I'd taken one the night before and I still wasn't sure what time it was. I didn't care though, all I was worried about was getting cleaned up. My arm was covered in dried blood and looked absolutely dreadful. I turned on the shower before stripping off my clothes and then hopping in.

**half an hour later**

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, I wrapped it around my waist then sat on the floor inspecting my arm, I was hoping it wasn't infected or anything. It hurt pretty badly and I couldn't take it, a few tears slid down my cheeks, not just because of the pain it was just...everything I guess... I still cannot believe I've upset Louis, I'm a horrible person all I do is hurt people what good will ever come out of that? I can still remember the look on his face when I yelled at him...and then he told me I've changed...well I guess I have but pain does that to people...he'll never love me the way I love him, and who would love a guy who cuts himself? I don't want him to know then he'll just end up feeling sorry for me and I don't want that, maybe I do in a way, but not from him. I don't want him to pity me, I wish I had never started doing this...why am I such an idiot? I wiped my face with the back of my hand and sighed. I ran my fingers across the open cut on my arm, although it had stopped bleeding (thankfully) it hurt terribly. I stood up and opened the cabinet door, I reached inside and grabbed a first aid kit, I sat down again and tore it open, I took out a bandage and wrapped it around my arm.

I needed to get a shirt but I didn't want to wake up the boys. It was still dark so hopefully they wouldn't see me. I got to my feet and carefully opened the door. I tiptoed past Niall and Liam's bunk and then nearly tripped over a bag someone left on the floor, I walked past Zayn's bed, and then then in front of mine, I bent over and dug around under the bed for my suitcase, once I felt it I yanked it out and then unzipped it, and pulled out a shirt. I shoved the suitcase under the bed, when I looked up I froze, Louis was laying on the bottom bunk staring at me.

"Hey" he mumbled quietly.

I didn't know what to do or what to say, I glanced around the room nervously as I held my shirt close to my chest. Thank God it was dark in here or else I'd be in for nothing but trouble.

I turned to leave, hoping Louis wouldn't notice.

"Don't go..." Louis whispered, he sounded sad but what do I know?

I wanted so badly to stay...but was he still upset with me? And there's no way I'm letting him see what I've done to myself....

I ignored him as he mumbled "stay here" and took off for the bathroom. Once I was inside I pushed the door shut and locked it. Tears streamed down my cheeks. What have I gotten myself into?