Suicide Attempt • Larry Stylinson

• Chapter 12 •

As soon as Louis realized what was happening he quickly pulled away. ''Wha-what are you d-doing?'' He asked, shocked. Because really, what was Harry doing? Trying to kiss Louis? Nu-uh, Louis would not let Harry kiss him. He knew that if he allowed Harry to do so he wouldn't be able to stop, and not to mention his heart that would be absolutely destroyed and broken once Harry left him, completely full of regret.

No, it was way better this way.

A flash of regret quickly overtook Harry's face and he immediately backed away awkwardly. The curly haired boy looked down on his toes and whispered, ''I've got to go!'' before he quickly ran towards the door and slammed it right in Louis heart. ''You fucking bastard!'' The brown haired boy screamed as soon as Harry left. Why did he leave him like that? Confused and all. Couldn't he at least come up with some kind of excuse and nicely leave him without a broken heart? Louis was so confused right then and he didn't know if he even wanted to live anymore. ''You fucking bastard!'' He repeated, now more quietly with tears silently making their way down his face.

Niall furiously grabbed everything he could hold in between his arms that had something to do with a first aid kit while searching the cupboards of the bathroom. He was angry at Harry for interrupting 'their moment' in the kitchen but also for kind of stealing Louis from him.

Niall didn't like to admit it but he yesterday came to the conclusion that he liked Louis, a lot, maybe even more than in a friendly way, and that thought scared him.

As Niall had grabbed everything he needed to fix Harry he sat down on the toilet seat. He actually didn't want to help Harry, he wanted him to bleed to death, but he would of course not let that happen. First of all, he surely didn't want to go to jail for murder, and secondly, he didn't want Harry's gang to either attack himself or Louis in revenge. So he had to fix Harry so that his gang wouldn't find out about this and take revenge. It wasn't that he was scared of them, not at all, he just didn't like the fact of getting his face all wound up.

So he stood himself up and picked up the objects he would need, to fix Harry. As he made his way downstairs he could hear faintly and brokenly sobs escaping someone's mouth. He started sprinting down the stairs instead and when he finally rounded the corner a loud gasp escaped his own mouth. He dropped the objects in his arms and ran towards Louis who was laid on the floor curled up in a fetal position.

''Louis! Are you okay?'' Niall asked as he put his arms around Louis' shaking body.

''Ye-yes," he quietly hiccuped up in response.

''Oh, don't bullshit me, Louis!''

''C-could you p-please leave?'' Louis asked silently. He really wanted to be alone right now.

''I don't think that's a good idea,'' Niall said.

''Leave,'' Louis ordered sternly.

Niall sighed and looked down at Louis one last time before he released his grip on him and quickly made his way out the door, slamming it hard after him.

Louis heart broke once again at the slamming door, the fact of two people leaving him the same day made his heart break. He kind of wished that Niall would have stayed even though Louis had told him not to.

The brown haired boy felt alone, not only because of the fact that he was alone in the house, it was the fact that his heart, soul and body felt completely empty and worthless. He was once again alone in this big world. Sure, Niall hadn't actually walked out of his life forever, but to Louis, it felt like that. He was so alone again, so he thought of the only thing that could make him feel better, even if it was just for a little while; cutting.