Chapter 20

Louis's POV

~~the next day~~

I awoke with Harry snoring and sleeping soundly, ugh what happened last night? Oh yeah...I sat up, rubbing my eyes and then poked Harry, he made a noise and moved around but didn't wake up. I smiled just a tiny bit and ran my fingers through his curls.

"Don't mess with hairrrr" he whined, at least I knew he was awake now. I snickered and poked his side, he swatted my hand away and pulled the sheets closer, "aw are you cold?" I asked, "I can get you a shirt" yeah, he didn't have a shirt on, last night, when I found him in the bathroom, it looked like he had tried to stop the cuts from bleeding by pressing his shirt on them. I feel like a horrible person to be honest...how could I not notice something was up? I'm supposed to be his best friend and I've been neglecting him for so long, I just feel terrible..I should've known something was wrong, the other day Niall was being very inconsiderate and stupid, he made a joke about cutting and Harry practically killed him he was so pissed, I mean I know he doesn't find that stuff funny, neither does Niall he just wasn't thinking (as always) anyway, Liam had to pry Harry off of Niall, Liam asked him why he got so angry, Harry replied saying "you shouldn't joke around about that, some people have serious problems and they feel like they're worthless, you don't know what people go through" and he then walked off. I should've known..I just didn't want to think Harry could be harming himself, he has no reason to, he's beautiful, talented, smart, he's perfect.

"Harry you awake?" I pouted, tracing circles around his back. He groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. "I know what'll get you up" I smirked, "what" he moaned. "this!" I giggled evilly, I started tickling him nonstop until he gave up fighting with me and begged for mercy, "ok ok I'm done!" I laughed, while sitting on top of him and smirking slyly. He sat up and playfully shoved me, "how dare you" I laughed, pretending to look offended, a smile spread across his lips, something I hadn't seen in a while. I poked his dimples and he snickered. He grabbed me and held me close so I couldn't get free no matter how hard I tried, I licked his arm and he let go of me, "Ewwww gross!" He exclaimed, wiping his arm on my shirt. I laughed and hugged him, he looked confused, but, returned the hug.

"soooo, you wanna talk about last night?" I asked, after hugging him once more. He grew pale and then suddenly seemed to remember the cuts on his arms and hid them from me, stuffing them under the blankets. He looked down, obviously embarrassed, and sighed.

"Hey, it's alright" I said, reassuring him and patting his back gently. He shook his head as a single tear slid down his cheek. "Don't cry Hazz" I begged, using my thumb to wipe away the tears.

"You weren't supposed to know...and know I've ruined everything...."

"You've done nothing of the sort! You might be broken right now, but I'll fix you" I smiled, kissing his cheek, he stared at me as if it was unexpected but he seemed to like it. He looked at me biting his finger nail, "um..d-does anyone else know? Like the boys or the fans?"

"Not a thing"

"Good...because I don't want to be made fun of.."

I stared at him, how can he say that?! He's been through so much, I'd think the last thing anyone would do was make fun of him, if someone's hurting you don't hurt them more, you help then get through it, encourage them, be there for them, love them.

"Why the hell would anyone make fun of you?! If they do I'm going to prison then, cause I'm gonna kill them" I whispered, angrily, gritting my teeth.

He smiled but it soon faded. "Because...I'm "Harry Styles" my life is supposed to be "perfect" if people found out they'd say I do it for attention...when it's clearly not.." He sighed, looking down at his arm then hiding it behind his back shyly. "No they wouldn't Hazz, the fans love you, we all do the boys and I want to he-" he cut me off, "NO THEY CAN'T KNOW!" "Harry...you should tell them, they're like our brothers, we have to"

"n-no.."

He put his hands over his face a wept, I allowed him to rest his head on my knee while he laid down, "shhh, it's ok. We don't have to tell them just yet" I whispered, stroking his cheek softly. " 'mkay" he sniffed, taking a deep breath.

"Can you at least tell me why you do it?" I said, I hope he doesn't get mad..

He hesitated, then nodded.

"It's going to be hard though..ummm where do I start..."

He began spilling his heart out to me, told me everything, why he was cutting himself, when he started and how he couldn't understand why people hated him.

I listened, teary eyed. I had no idea he thought these things, or how he felt, I should listen more often...

"Harry, those people who make fun of you are idiots, they're all lying pieces of crap, don't listen to a word they say, do you hear me?" I said, taking his hand in mine and giving it a squeeze. He wiped his eyes and sniffed again, "I guess...we can tell the boys after breakfast...I don't see the point in hiding it.."

"Ok, and I'll be there with you, don't be scared, I'll help you, you'll get better. I promise" I nodded, rubbing his back.

"Thanks Lou"

"Welcome, Hazz, now get dressed and we can go get something to eat"

"ok...but I'm scared..."

Sorry I just cut it off right there :/ but it's past 2:00am and I'm super tired, my eyes are closing xD I promise I'll write more tomorrow, goodnight xx