Carry Me Home: a One Direction fan fiction

There is struggle between Louis and Harry when a horrible rumor gets out, making Louis very uncomfortable and Harry enraged and jealous. Niall suddenly gets tangled up in the middle of the fight, but what is happening to Harry and Louis' relationship? Will management butt in? Will fans retaliate? Will record sales plummet into the gutter? Read on to see if Louis and Harry can make it through these troubles.

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4. Blood and Tears are Shed

-Harry's POV: minutes earlier-

I still can't grasp what Niall just told me. How could he? He betrayed me. He promised me he'd never bang her. He lied to me.

Well, he broke a promise he made to me, and I decided to break a promise I made to him a long time ago. I walked over to my backpack that I keep on the tour bus with things that I alway leave in the bus. I hide it in my bunk. I unzipped the front most pocket slowly and quietly and slid out my Swiss army knife.

I'd promised to Lou back a few months before to stop cutting when I felt like I needed to. I haven't since, but that was about to change. If he could break a promise, then so could I. Cutting when I was feeling like this was the only way to get the emotions out for me. It felt good. It was like, when the blood dripped out, so did the sorrow and pain and suffering.

I made a shallow slice from the base of my left palm to the knuckle at the base of my pinkie finger. The blood immediately began seeping out, and I winced in pain. The only problem was that I didn't feel much better yet. I made another slice horizontally across the inside of my wrist and winced yet again. I did the same two cuts on my other hand and winced at each. I grabbed paper towels to mop up the blood. I wrapped each hand in some, making sure they were covered up completely. I was finally starting to feel a little better.

-Louis' POV-

I HAD to get to Harry's room. If Zayn was right about the wincing, we had a huge problem on our hands. I began frantically pounding on my boyfriend's door and bellowed, "HAROLD EDWARD STYLES. YOU GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND LET ME IN. NOW."
I heard another wince and then a few footsteps coming my way. The door didn't open. I heard something rip and it was a good minute before the door was opened slowly. He opened it just enough do me to see the tear stained green orbs peering at me with sorrow an hurt. They began tearing up again and he mumbled "What do you want?" in an annoyed tone.

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