"Maybe they are right" Harry mumbled while looking through his twitter mentions. People were calling him 'fat' and 'ugly' and a 'faggot' and he was starting to believe them. He was about to throw his phone across the small bathroom when something metallic caught his eye.

"No," Harry whispered. "I can't do this" He shook his head and started crying. The metallic object was still there though. Haunting his thoughts. Finally, he picks it up and stares at it longingly. If he cuts, and it's on his wrists people will notice. But if he cuts his thighs it won't be as noticible. Carefully, he gently drags it across his skin and winces. After a few seconds it starts to feels good. Tingly and magical.

Why would hurting yourself on purpose feel good?

He makes a few more red lines on his skin, barely bleeding. He finds a paper towel to help him for the time being and starts tapping the blood off. Louis won't be back to their shared flat (which they got back to yesterday) until later this evening. Harry puts his pants back on making sure the cuts weren't bleeding anymore. He finishes cleaning everything off and carefully hides the razor in a now special tiny box in his room.

He faintly hears the front door close, which means Louis is home. Harry sprints quickly out of his room and down the stairs and hugs Louis.

"Um, Haz?" Louis manages to whisper in the tight grip of the younger boy.

"Yes Boobear?" Harry says still crushing Louis.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes why would you ask that?"

"Um, because you are crushing me in a hug and when I come home most days you just say hi."

"Oh y-yeah I'm f-fine"

"Okay Haz, just tell me if that isn't true. You can tell me anything", Louis whispers into the younger boys ear and leaves to the kitchen.

Harry quickly runs back upstairs and lays on his bed. By this point, he is exhausted and doesn't even take his sweater off. But within seconds he is asleep.

[Louis's Pov]

That was... strange.

Harry had just crushed me in a hug. A hug he doesn't normally give me. He looked like he was about to cry. I hope he is okay. The second I went in the kitchen I heard him go back upstairs. I set my stuff down carefully on the counter. Then I had waited 3 minutes so I didn't look suspicious, and tiptoed upstairs. I went to Harry's room and carefully knocked on his door. When I got no reply, I started getting a little anxious. I slowly opened his door to see him fast asleep. I looked around and then carefully closed the door and went back downstairs.

I guess he is alright after all.

[sorry if this totally sucks :P I worte it at 5 am :P]