Chapter 4 (edited)

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Art is not what i create
What i create is chaos
•Halsey-Colors (Stripped)

i wish i could just be happy for once and that i didn't spend majority of my time wishing I was dead. But that's just not reality. and I wish Louis would stop trying to stop me from doing what I need to do. he needs to see that i'm just a waste of his time. I wish I was never put in one direction, i wish louis never found me the first time i tried, i wish i wasn't alive

standing over the sink i looked into the mirror and pointed out every flaw i could see on my retched body. for every flaw i created a giant gash in my skin. soon enough every pre existing scar had another one on top of of and my gashes were huge

"harry love food is ready" louis yelled. the boys were coming over for dinner, we were supposed to talk about me. postponing tour and life in general but i really wasn't in the mood

"M' not hungry" I yelled back

The door barged open to reveal louis standing there

"no" was all he said before coming over and taking away the blades despite me crying and pushing him away

louis gave me a sad smile and sat me down on the side of the tub, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink "baby" he sighed as he unzipped the kit and grabbed some bandages and went to work on my wounds

"sweetheart you know this isn't the answer, can you try and talk to niall tonight? i know you don't wanna talk to me because i don't fully understand but"

i nodded reluctantly and winced as he wiped down my arms

"i'll get niall to come up here, would you prefer if i wasn't here?"

"you can stay, you're gonna want me to talk about it to you anyways"

"alright"

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