Chapter 9

Harry's POV

"Harry? Can I come in?" Louis asked, knocking on the door a second time.

I hesitated then said yes, I don't know why though. I don't want to burden him with my problems, I'm certainly NOT telling him I cut myself...

The doorknob turned and Louis let himself in, he quietly shut the door, then, walked over to me and sat next to me. I was embarrassed that I was crying so much, but I couldn't help it, and he'd seen me cry plenty of times. I wouldn't look him in the eye, I kept my head down as tears streamed down my face. I sniffled a bit more and wiped my eyes, I sighed and bit my lip, glancing at Louis, then looking back down. I suddenly felt his hand on my cheek, he wiped the tears from cheek and sighed.

"W-why a-are you doing t-that?" I sniffed.

"Are you ok?"

Of course I'm not "ok" Louis..I know he's just trying to be nice but, I don't anyone, I'm fine..I think, I can take care of myself, I don't need his help....

"I-I'm f-fine" I choked, pushing his hand away.

"You sure?" He asked, I could tell he wasn't convinced, but didn't want to start a fight. I nodded and rubbed my eyes.

"Do you want me to stay?" He said, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I SAID, I AM FINE! WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT THAT?!" I yelled, covering my face.

He glared at me and pulled his hand away.

"Fine! Be that way! Don't come crying to me when someone upsets you, Im done" he shot me a dirty look before getting up and leaving, slamming the door behind him.

I burst into tears, again.... Had he just said that to me? I knew it, no one could love me...what's my problem? I love him, but I'm terrified to let anyone get close to me, everyone who says they care about me end up leaving me...

I was devastated, the only person I wanted was Louis but he doesn't want me...who would?

I don't know what to do...actually I do, I know what'll help, it always does, something that's always there for me, and I can depend on.

I stood up and went into the bathroom. I took my blade from my pocket, this is the only thing I can count on anymore.... I took a deep breath and pressed the blade against my skin, the second

my skin split and blood was running down my arm, I could feel all the sadness and anger slowly going away. I let out a sigh and laid my head against the door, I actually don't want to, (and don't think I can anyway) stop hurting myself, it's the only thing I can depend on, it helps.... I gave up on people long ago, they say they love you, care about you, and what do they end up doing? Leaving. They're all the same, and what's sad is Louis is just like the rest of them...I can't believe I'm saying this but he wouldn't care if I was dead...maybe, I should die....