“I literally hate myself.” Louis said, looking at himself with a disgusted gaze in the mirror.
Harry shook his head, walking over to Louis to grab his arm, pulling him away, “Please stop standing in front of the mirror. You’ve already looked at yourself for hours today, saying things that are just so godly untrue.”
Louis yanked his arms from Harry’s grip, “You don’t understand! You have nothing wrong about you,” he sniffled, “You have everything, while I just stay hideous.” He slowly sank to his knees, covering his face with his hands, trying to hide it from Harry.
“Stop,” Harry begged, sitting down next to Louis and cradling him in his arms, “You’re beautiful.”
“Stop lying!” Louis suddenly yelled, pushing away from Harry, turning his head to look at himself in the mirror, tears coating his eyes, “I’m fat, ugly─”
Harry pulled at the roots of his hair, “Shut up! What you’re saying is absolutely petrifying.”
“That’s because I’m petrifying!”
(This story has parts that may be disturbing to some. It includes scenes such as depression, suicidal thoughts, BDD, cutting, etc. Please read with caution if anything listed can cause triggers and/or feel unsettling.)