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Louis opened the door carefully, afraid that he was going to hit Harry with the door at some point. When he swing the door open widely, he was surprised to see Harry sitting on the sink. "Harry!" he breathed, a growing smile forming at the sight of Harry - until he looked closely enough. His eyes widened, seeing the Cheshire lad shirtless with cuts of all different sizes scattered on his upper arms causing the blood to drip all the way down and off his elbows. At the sound of his name Harry tensed up slightly, bringing his shoulders up and looking down at his rather bloodied hands without a word, a small grimace forming as he realized what he had done.
Working on first reaction because his mind was too shocked to even try and comprehend what was going on, Louis bent down and took out the first aid kit box and fished out some alcohol wipes, ripping them open with his teeth as he cupped Harry's chin and made him look at him directly. It was immensely painful to see him like this, and all he wanted was to just hug him until he felt better – but Louis knew that it wasn't even in the question at that time. "This might sting, but.." he trailed off as he applied them off to the bloody cuts. Harry had jumped and clutched onto Louis' side, seething throughout the whole time Louis did his thing with the medical supplies.
Louis went to school with someone who had self harmed when he was in grade 9. A pang of regret surged through him and it showed in his features. He hadn't done enough to help her, otherwise she would still be alive and well. He sniffed, feeling the slight feeling of tears coming. He took it all out on himself, even though enough people knew about it, except no one stepped up to the plate to try and help out. He cleared his throat, killing the tension.
"Let's get on the couch." Lou suggested, giving Harry a tap on his arm lightly, suppressing a sigh. The only thing he wished for was things to go back to normal – but he knew he had to do something at some point in time so that Harry would feel better. But how? What?
Harry heaved himself off the counter and walked out without a word – not meeting Louis in the eyes. He didn't blame him, it must of tough for Harry, and Lou can only imagine what he must be thinking and what he was going through.
They both settled on the couch, silently, the air a lot less tense now since it was probably 4 AM and they were both ready to be knocked out. Harry sighed. "I'm so.. sorry." he rasped softly, looking at Louis for the first time that night. He saw the stunned look on Louis' face, something that was rare for Louis so he went on. "I-.." he cut himself off, knowing he probably won't be able to say anything else due to the burning in his throat. Feeling his green eyes water, his gaze flickered away once more from his friend just as the tears escaped his being and trailed off the tip of his nose.
"Don't worry, Haz." Louis murmured, putting his chin on his shoulder, making Harry shiver as he wrapped his arms around his torso in attempt of comfort. "Just..get better," his voice quivering slightly, but he kept smirk on the edge of his face regardless.
They met eyes for a few seconds, emerald clashing against the honest light blue ones. After a little while, Louis cracked a small smile. The sweet innocent smile that was so flawless in every way in Harry's eyes – he couldn't even help smiling himself. Even despite that, Harry broke contact first sucking his breath in hotly to keep from breaking down again.
"Goodnight, Lou." he whispered softly.