Strings (Book 2 in the CCHR Series)

Chapter 2

He wasn't a big guy, so when I punched him again, he fell.

I started to walk away, but I turned back and spit on his face.

"Fuck you."

With that, I left.

Ryan wasn't going to be the only victim today. I pulled my car into drive and sped off towards Eleanor's hotel.

It was her turn.

Harry POV

The door closed.

This couldn't be happening.

I scrambled to my feet, and I ran to the door. I flung it open and stepped into the hall desperately searching for Louis. I ran down to the elevator, and watched the numbers decreasing. He was gone.

I dragged my feet back to our... my... flat. I closed the door behind me before the emptiness set in entirely. Someone had puched a hole in my chest.

I decided I had to be dreaming. My fists began beating on my arms and legs, I pinched my cheeks, my chest, and thighs, and dug my nails so hard into my skin that I drew blood. I screamed ruthlessly when I realized I was awake, and curled up into a ball, exactly like I had during the concert.

This time, Liam wasn't here. This time, I was alone in my apartment with my only cure. I looked at the faded lines on my wrists. I pulled up my shirt to reveal the reminders of everything I'd been through.

My wrists were itching.

It would totally be appropriate for my situation. I was aching in my chest, and I needed release.

I shook my head. Louis was right. I was pathetic, and I needed to be punished. I was weak and he pitied me. I deserved to feel like this. I was a burden.

These thoughts were new. I had never felt like this.

I never told anyone that I actually didn't mean to almost die. I had fallen unfortunately with a razor in my hand, and by some unlogical science it slid just right up my wrist.

That cut was lethal and had started my road to recovery. Yeah, I cut a few times between my accident and when I quit for good, but as soon as Louis and I got together, I was better. I had never actually felt like killing myself, and Louis only made things better.

But, now everything had changed.

Louis wasn't there to keep my recovery progressing, and now...

I really did want to die.

Louis was back to being the thing tearing me apart, instead of healing me. The invisible stitches he had sewn on my heart were snapped, and I was back to being a messy and broken person. A weakling.

Nobody liked a weakling.

I walked to the bathroom where the garbage was. I reached in and pulled out the familiar bag. I took the razors into my bedroom, and grabbed a picture of Louis and I that Liam took on our 3 month-iversary.

Louis looked happy. So goddamn happy, there was no way he couldn't have been really in love with me.

What did I do then?

Why did he fall out of love with me?

What changed?

It clicked. I realized that I couldn't die. I just needed to know how to make it up to Louis, and we could be in love again. It all made sense.

My wrists were burning with temptation, but I resisted.

I resealed the bag, and walked to the balcony. I looked one last time at my bag of razors, and threw them.

I watched them fall into the city below, and with a small sigh of relief felt my wrists itch a little less.

Cutting was no longer an option. I looked at the bruises I had inflicted when I attempted to wake myself up.

Nothing make up couldn't fix.

I went straight to the bathroom and applied the cover up I use on my acne, all over my arms and legs. When the bruises had faded, I left the flat.

On the way out, I noticed something that pulsated my still broken heart just a tiny bit.

Louis had taken his key.

Louis POV

I pulled quickly up into Eleanor's driveway, tears still pulsing down my face. I couldn't bear to think about what Harry could potentially be doing to himself.

I shouldn't have done it.

I had to keep convincing myself that it was for the best, but it didn't work when I busted through Eleanor's door and saw her face.

She was smirking and it took all my willpower not to rip her head off.

"You fucking bitch!!" I yelled.

"Hi baby, how are you?" She cooed.

"Don't you baby me! You've ruined my fucking life!! You've ruined Harry's!! You're a selfish bitch, and I can't even look at you!!"

"Me your unborn child are doing well, thank you for asking," she said.

"What's your problem?!"

"You are," she said. "I loved you Louis, but I was losing you!"

"And? If we were growing apart you should of let us!"

"I wouldn't have been happy! I still love you Louis!! I did this for us!!"

My breathing hitched.

"Did what?"

She bit her lip, and her eyes widened.

"I..I.. had management... get us... back together!"

She was lying through her teeth.

"You didn't..." I said, furious.

"I couldn't be alone. I saw the way you looked at Harry WAY before you realized it yourself, and I could tell by the way he looked at you that eventually I would lose you. I couldn't have that," She said.

If I were a cartoon, steam would have been blowing out of my ears.

"So you got fucking pregnant?!" I yelled. "Are you as stupid as you are a bitch?! How does this solve any of your problems?! What does that mean for this kid?! Did you think about this at all?!"

"I thought long and hard about this Louis. I knew what I was doing, and my plan worked. I poked a hole in your condom before we had sex, and then used the pregnancy to convince your management to force you back to me. Here you are, and guess what?"

"What? What else could make this worse?!"

She smiled deviously, and grabbed a paper off the side table.

"It's a contract baby," she smirked.

My heart pounded. This couldn't be good.

"According to your management, we're eloping! Did you catch that ring I threw back at you? You're gonna need it."

AN: Tried to make it a bit longer. It felt SO GOOD to write all the yelling and punching. GAH!

I went to a One Direction concert on Saturday and it was SO AWESOME!!

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