Yes, It's Happening (sequel to Could This Really Be Happening)

(Read the first book to understand, please!) Ellie and Harry are back together, happy as ever. Will things stay this way, or become a whirlwind terror? Will Louis stay with Eleanor? Or fall for... Someone else? Is Liam really okay? Read to find out! No hate please!!!


22. Pinning Her

*** Lou's Point of View***


I shut and locked the door, just to be safe.


El's cuts were healing quickly, which was good.


I just wanted to show her how the pain felt. The pain of knowing that the person you love is slowly killing themself. Slowly starving themself.


I grabbed her hips and pressed her against her bed, her body bending backwards over the side.


I pressed my lips to hers and grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands above her head.


She was whimpering; My hand was pressing into one of the cuts. She deserved it, my heart was breaking.


" I'm doing this because I loved you." I whispered, and let go of her.


I walke towards her desk and grabbed the knife.


Ellie was wincing at the pain, on her knees. She was crying.


I wiped off the knife with the only white part of the washcloth left.


I stuck out my wrist, gritted my teeth, and drug the knife slowly across my wrist.


Blood slowly poured out of it, making me feel queasy.


" Louis!!!!" She screamed, scrambling to her feet and hurrying over to me.


" See what this feels like? It feels like you can't stop me. Because you can't." I stated.


She grabbed the knife from my hands and slapped me across the face.


Noticing what she had just done, she covered her mouth and backed away from me slowly.


In one quick movement, she was in my arms.


" El, promise to never cut again, okay?" I asked quietly.


" O- O- Okay..." She trailed off.


I pulled on the bottom of her shirt, tugging it off to put in the hamper.


She slipped off her shorts and threw them to me.


I tugged off my pants and shirt, putting them in the hamper as well.


We went into her small bathroom after I pulled on some Superman pajama bottoms.


I lifted her up and sat her on the counter.


I grabbed some cotton swabs, cotton balls, a washcloth, some rubbing alchohol, and some Hydrogen peroxide. I sat the down on the counter next to E.


I turned her wrists over.


She gritted her teeth as I moved her wrists over the sink and dumped alchohol on them.


I knew she was in pain, but so was I.


I them poured peroxide on them and wiped them off.


I poured some alchohol and peroxide on the cloth and cleaned her hips.


I put the supplies away and got her off of the counter.


She grabbed a black tank top and slipped it on, then some Iron Man pajama bottoms.


She grabbed a gray hoodie and pulled it on, then fixed her hair in a loose bun.


I slipped on a long-sleeved black thermal shirt and sat down on her bed while she scrubbed at the blood around the room.


It was about 5 p.m. now, and so much had happened already today.


*** Niall's Point of View***


I sat on the couch, watching Harry sob.


But, hey. He broke her heart.


" Mate, she didn't mean it." Liam tried to lie. He couldn't, though; his voice went high and cracked.


" Liam, stop lying. I just- I just wish I could make her NOT hate me." He said.


" Just talk to her, Harry." Zayn said, tear stains on his cheeks.


This girl, the girl that we all loved, why? She was like our sister. Why would she do these things? Why?

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