Hello, I'm Sam and this is my first time ever writing so I hope this is decent! (Emily wrote Harry's POV and I wrote Louis').
Btw if you want to make this chapter more emtional, listen to "I'm A Mess by Ed Sheeran". If it doesn't make you sad then you don't have a heart.
'It's only a bad day not a bad life' they say. Fuck that, I don't even know what to do anymore, I think to myself as I stand by the support of the balcony. It was cold outside, very cold. Or maybe it was because I was only wearing jeans. Cold nights like this make me feel so alone. I might not remember most of my life, but I'm almost certain this is the worst pain I've ever felt.
I can't believe I'm going to jump, I'm actually going to do it. Who would miss me? Everyone in my life has left me. Especially the guy I loved the most. I sound like a teenage girl that just got her heart broken. I'm pathetic. That's just another thing to add to my mental list titled "Why it would be easier for everyone if I jumped"
I took my socks off and put my phone next to it. I put both my legs over the support of the balcony, holding on tight as I looked down. Four stories from the ground. When I jump I will land on the pavement of the walkway by the entrance of the apartment. I wonder who will find me? Probably the guy who always mows the grass outside the complex.
I blocked out all noise around me. I couldn't hear the cars or the wind. Nothingness. I started to sob as I shut my eyes and slowly lifted one finger from the support. I slid one foot off, here goes.
I can't believe I screwed up. I hate myself. I was drunk when I slept with Gemma, I didn't realize what I was doing. I ran into her at the bar and one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together. I wanted to apologize to Harry but I just don't know what I would say. I spent the rest of the day driving around Manchester, considering my options for this horrid situation. I could apologize to Harry, or I could just run away from my problems. I could find my mum and ask for her forgiveness. I decided to go with the first option.
At around 7:30 I stopped to get gas and made a mental note of the speech I was going to make when I saw Harry. My arrival at the outside of the complex made me nervous sweat even though it was cold outside.
I walked into the familiar hallway and found my way to my flat. I walked inside and was surprised when I didn't see Harry as soon as I walked in. Is he even here? "Harry!" I yelled, walking up the stairs. I looked inside my bedroom but didn't see him. I nearly screamed when I walked into Harry's old room. Harry was standing on the outside of the balcony with one foot off. I ran over to him and grabbed his arm. "Harry, don't!" I yelled. He turned and looked at me, his eyes were a deep shade of green and he was crying. "I-I can't do this anymore Louis!" He said, crying harder. I started tearing up as well. "Please, Harry! Come here!" He shook his head, his hurt face making me feel so upset and guilty. At first I thought he was going to jump anyway, but he didn't. He stepped over the bars and immediately fell to the floor, still in tears. "You should've let me jump! I just wanted to die!" I craddled him in my arms, both of us letting out our emotions. I whispered I'm sorry to him at least a hundred times.
I woke up at 5 in the morning in my bed, my arm wrapped around Harry's waist. I liked big spooning even though Harry was twice my size. I almost smiled to myself until I remembered everything that happened yesterday. Harry had tried to kill himself, because of me. To be fair, I did save his life. That doesn't make up for the bad things I had done to him. I heard soft cries coming from the younger boy next to me. I sat up and put my hand on Harry's back. "Harry?"
He sat up and looked me, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was all over the place. "You alright?" I asked. It was a dumb question, obviously he wasn't okay or he wouldn't be crying.
"Lou, I'm just so confused right now." He sat up as well. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight." He pushed my arm off his back. "Not yet." he mumbled.
"Yeah, I forgot," I said. "Harry, how about this, since neither one of us can sleep, ask me anything." I said. Harry smiled lightly and I wiped a tear from his chin.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I immediately knew what he was talking about, even though he wasn't specific.
"Because Harry, most people don't just go around telling everyone that they were abused. It's not an easy thing. It's been years but I still have nightmares about it.'' Harry shook his head, not even making eye contact with me.
"Louis, tell me about myself, what I used to be like. Before you ab- you know."
"Well, you were a little innocent 17 year old boy with untamed hair. You were quirky, adorable. and such a good kisser, but I ruined you." I suddenly felt grief.
"Y-You didn't" he said, hesitatntly.
"How did we meet?"
"Hey Harold!" I said to one of the other workers at McDonalds, aka my bestfriend. We have both worked here for a while, but I'm actually thinking of quitting.
I know Harry just dropped out of school and he just came out to his parents, I feel bad for him. He is so nice. He's very reserved though, and I can tell he has issues making friends, but so do I. That's why we get on so well.
He smiled with his beautiful dimples, "hey Lou."
I have had a bit of a crush on Harry for a while, he was adorable. I just recently bought an apartment and I think I'm going to ask Harry to live with me. As my boyfriend.
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