7. Breaking The Swear
I swore I'd never do it again. But I knew, deep down, that it was all my fault they had stopped being friends. It gave me reason enough to pick up the razor. I broke the swear I had made. They broke the lock on the door just after I cut my self twice. Blood was streaming down my arm. It would have been much , much worse if they hadn't stopped me. But it wasn't a they. It was one person. Louis. The only person I knew deep down, I was meant to be with. But as we stared at each other, we both knew. Until he saw my arm. His eyes and face displayed thousands of emotions. Anger. Hurt. Sadness. Determination. He literally picked me up, threw me over his shoulders, and carried me downstairs. He set me on the couch, sitting right in front of me. "WHY, KEILI?!?!?!" he basically demanded. His eyes brimmed with tears. "It's all my fault, why you were fighting!" I said, looking from him to Harry. Then Harry said, "Keili, you belong with Louis. I see that now. You two belong together... But, I hope we can all stay friends?" he said hopefully. I nodded happily. Louis simply hugged Harry. "So. Keili, will you take me back?" Louis asked anxiously. "Of course, Boobear." I said, kissing him.