Louis' P.O.V
I should say something to him. I should wake him up! I should tell him that I care and that I'm here, that he doesn't have to harm himself! I should do all of these things but right now I don't have the heart to wake him. He looks as if he isn't getting much sleep and he looks so peaceful right now. I will talk to him when he wakes up.
I gently ran my fingers through Harry's hair running my nails over his scalp lightly, he moaned a little in his sleep at the touch and just made me want to do it again. He nuzzled his way closer to me. Just then there was a knock at the front door. Harry rustled around a bit but didn’t wake up. I slowly got up, not really wanting to. I made sure that I didn't wake him up as I made my way down the stairs. I opened the door ready to yell at who ever was coming to my house at almost 3 in the morning, but then I saw Niall's tear stained face.
Another crying person. Why do people have to be sad? I like it a lot better when everyone is happy.
As soon as the door was opened completely I motioned for Niall to come in and once the door was closed I wrapped my arms around him.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked in a whisper when I pulled away so I could see his face. He quickly said a quiet 'no' and I really didn't want to press him about it.
"Do you want to stay here?" I asked.
"P-please" He hiccupped from crying.
"Okay, come on. You can sleep in my bed." I quickly held my hand up when I saw he was about to protest. "You ARE going to sleep in my bed. I will gladly sleep on the couch, you look in need of a good sleep."
Once he was all tucked in bed I went to leave but he grabbed my arm,
"Ca- Can you. . . never mind . . . its stupid." Niall said slowly.
"Can I what?" I asked sitting on the side of the bed.
"Can you stay here? I really don't want to be alone right now. . . " He whispered the last sentence.
"Yeah, of course." I said as I got comfy on my bed beside Niall.
"Thanks. Night."
"Night Nialler." I said.
I couldnt stop thinking about Harry.
Why was he cutting?
Why wasn't he talking to me?
Why was he crying alone?
Why can't he see that I love him?
All of these questions flooded my mind as a slowly fell into the darkness of sleep.
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I just realized how short this really is. Sorry. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME. This just seemed like a good place to stop for now. <3
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