Damaged

I'm not perfect. I'll never be good enough for you. I still don't understand why you still love me.

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3. Chapter 3

Liam's P.O.V.

I sent Harry countless messages ever since I found out about Harry and Louis' fight. He hasn't replied to a single one. I drive over to where Harry is staying. It has been two weeks since the boys fought. I pull up into Harry's drive way and get out of the car. I lock it and walk up to Harry's front door.

"Hello? Harry?" I call as I knock. The door creaks open and I jump back in surprise. "Harry?" I ask as I step inside. A faint smell of bleach floats through the air. Bleach? That's funny I think as walk further into Harry's house.

"Harry?" I call again. I look around his house and decide that the best bet would be to check Harry's room. I walk into his room and gasp. Harry is lying unconscious and pale on his bed. A bottle of bleach in his hand. I run up to his bedside and see that his wrists are littered with scars. "No." I whisper. Tears forming in my eyes. I gently press two of my fingers to his neck to feel is very weak pulse.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and instantly disliked Louis' number. "Hello?" "Louis." I sob. "Liam?" "I found Harry. He's dying. H-he drank bleach and his wrists are covered with scars." A strange sort of strangled yelp leaves Louis' lips. "I meet you at the hospital." Louis manages out. He hangs up and I immediately call an ambulance.

I watch the paramedics take Harry away. I jump into my car and follow the ambulance.

Louis's P.O.V.

I race to the hospital breaking a million traffic laws. I pull into the car park the same time the ambulance that Harry is in. I only get a glimpse of my lifeless boyfriend. Tears stream down my face as I race into the hospital and try to follow the paramedics. Liam grabs me and tries to hold me back.

"NO!" I scream. "HARRY! HARRY! NO!" I kick and scream trying to get out of Liam's grip. Eventually I give in and my knees go weak. Liam holds me up. "It's ok. Everything's gonna be fine." Liam soothes as he hugs me tightly and I cry into his chest. A few hours later I'm reduced to sniffles as my tears have run dry.

A doctor walks over to us a somber look on his face. I jump out of my chair and stand up. "Mister..Harry Styles?" The doctor asks looking at his clipboard. "Yes. How is he? Can I see him?" "Harry has ingested a large amount of bleach. Possible case of attempted suicide. He also has multiple cuts on his wrists. Obvious Signs of self harm. His stomach had been pumped to remove the bleach. And yes you can see him."

"Thank gosh." I sigh. I follow the doctor forgetting about Liam temporarily. The doctor stops outside a room. He gestures to the door before walking away. I hesitate for a moment before I push the door open softly.

I look down at the bed. Harry is asleep and his halo of curls lies lifelessly on the pillow. I gasp softly and make my way over to Harry's bedside. I ever so gently take Harry's hand in mine. I see a letter on Harry's bedside table addressed to me. I pick it up with my other hand and open the folded paper.

Dear Louis. 

First of all I want to say that I love you. I love you with all my heart. I'm so so sorry for disappointing you. I tried so hard to make you happy but obviously I failed. Louis please know that I never meant to hurt you. I just wanted to spend more time with you. Please don't think that this is your fault. Please don't feel guilty. I just couldn't take it anymore. I put glow in the dark stars all around my room to remind me of the brightness your beautiful eyes hold. A glow in the dark stat for each I love you. A star for each time we cuddled. And a star for each time I think about you. I love you so much Louis and I'll forever be waiting. I love you forever and always.

Harry. xx

 

Tears I didn't know I had began to fall onto the paper. Suddenly I feel a thumb begin to run gently over my knuckles. I look up and lock eyes with Harry. "Harry." I start. "I am so so sorry for the way I treated you. I-I should've known that I was neglecting you.

 

You scared me to death and the only reason why I've waited two weeks to tell you this is because I was so scared that you hated me and I didn't know what to say. I didn't realise just how much you did for us. Keeping management off our backs. Having to go out with countless girls. Harry I love you so so much. Please never hurt yourself like that again." I whisper the last sentence. Harry has tears in his eyes. "I love you so much more." Harry whispers back.

"Hold me." Harry whispers. "Because I don't know how much longer I can hold myself together." I shoot up beside Harry in his bed and scoop Harry up into my arms. Harry curls up into my chest. He begins to cry silently. Sobs wracking in fragile body. "Shh. Shh. It's ok. I've got you. And I promise, I PROMISE that I'll never let you go."

 

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