Suicide Attempt • Larry Stylinson

• Chapter 15 •

Prepare yourself, guys.

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''Hey Harry,'' Louis mumbled back, his whole body was shaking out of nervousness.

''Didn't think I'd see you at a party like this,'' Harry whispered, his breath hot on Louis thin lips.

''Neither did I,'' Louis confessed.

Silence took over and Louis wished he could read minds, he would die to know what Harry was thinking. What Harry felt.

Louis' breathing came in, and out, fast and rushed, the whole scene was intense, no denying in that. He didn't know how to act, what to say nor what to do. He had never been locked inside a closet with his crush before, obviously. He mentally prayed to God that Harry would do something. Just, something? The air was thick and it eventually got more and more hard to breathe, the heat in the small room was unbearable.

Moments later, Louis could feel Harry approaching him. Still scared, Louis sat down on the little sofa in the middle of the room, dreading to even look at Harry.

The younger boy however had other plans in mind. Needing Louis to look at him when he says whatever he was about to say. Harry brought his hands up to Louis' face, hooking two of his fingers under the elder boy's chin. Holding him steady so he wouldn't be able to look away.

Louis looked at Harry, his own blue eyes staring into Harry's green ones.
Louis couldn't move, he was completely frozen on the sofa, not knowing what to do. Was Harry going to kiss him? Shout at him? Punch him? He had no idea. Then Harry did something Louis never though he would do, he whispered a quiet,

''I am sorry,'' as he moved away Louis' black bracelets from his arms. He gently kissed onto one of Louis' scars, whispering another 'sorry' as he did.

Harry started to kiss every single scar on Louis' wrists. Mumbling 'sorry' or 'I'm so sorry' after every precious kiss.

Louis had never felt more loved. The feeling of Harry's tender kisses on his scars made him want to scream. His heart was aching with something he'd never felt before. Was it love? He had no idea. He knew though, that all of his and Harry's alcohol were totally out of their systems.

''I am so sorry, Louis,'' Harry confessed as he started to leave small yet loving kisses on Louis' other arm. ''So so sorry,'' he mumbled against Louis wrist, ''Don't do this to yourself.''

''Thank you,'' Louis smiled.

''So sorry,'' he said, kissing again.

''Please believe me,'' he pleaded after another kiss.

Louis' whole head was spinning. He couldn't comprehend this situation, it was out of reach. He had never in a million years thought that this would happen.

Harry kept giving Louis' scars kisses. It was beautiful, Louis thought.

A lamp suddenly switched on and Harry quickly jumped to the other side of the room, pretending to be busy with the hem of his shirt as Ashton swung the door open.

''Time's up!'' He shouted as he looked at them both.

''Finally,'' Harry muttered as he quickly made his way down to the party again.

Louis' heart broke. Had Harry only been doing that since there was time to kill? Had he really meant those 'sorry's that he had been whimpering? Louis was confused as he started to walk down to the game again. He stopped dead in his actions, though, as he was about to round the corner of the living room.