World Tour
Narry
***Harry Styles***
Tuesday, August 14th, 2012 – North London, England
Louis left me alone with Niall, and I looked up at him, feeling bad that I had made him so upset – again.
“Look, Niall, I’m really sorry for what I said on Saturday,” I ignored his question about the whole suicide thing. “None of it was your fault, I just got upset, and you know I don’t think before I speak.”
“It’s okay, Harry,” Niall sat down next to me. “I’m sorry I accused you of being the reason for Louis’s cutting.” I smiled and nodded forgiveness. “Now, what’s all this about killing yourself?” I sighed, not sure if I was glad or angry Louis had told him that.
“I just – I got on Twitter yesterday, Niall, and it – it was really bad,” I told him. “Everyone was saying how much they hate me and how Louis doesn’t love me and then there was the whole Abby thing and the fight with you guys and I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Did you really believe complete strangers telling you Louis doesn’t love you, over him telling you he does?”
“At the time, yeah, it was just so believable, and it made sense, and I didn’t want to live anymore.”
“Do you now?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed, heavy hearted.
“Harry,” Niall pulled me into a hug. “Wait, what whole Abby thing?” he asked as he let go. “You guys looked like you were getting along yesterday.” So I told Niall what Abby had said to me at lunch yesterday when Louis was in the bathroom.
“Harry, you have to tell Louis,” Niall told me when I was done.
“I can’t,” I said. “He already thinks I’m jealous, he’ll think I’m just making it up, then she’ll deny it and she’ll win because he’ll choose her over me.”
“Harry, sometimes I think you forget who Louis is,” Niall told me. “Do you really think he’d choose some random girl over you, his boyfriend that he trusts and loves unconditionally?” Niall had a point.
“I just – I want to protect him from getting hurt,” I justified.
“Harry, unfortunately I think he’s going to get hurt either way. At least if you tell him, even if he doesn’t believe you – which he will – you won’t feel guilty when it happens for not having said something. And it’ll probably be easier on him coming from you.”
“You’re right,” I sighed. And I knew he was. I decided to tell Louis when he got home that day.
“Look,” Niall continued, “I know things have been hard for you, for awhile now. And I know fighting with us doesn’t help. But, Harry, we’re still here for you, always, no matter what happens. If you need something, please, just call, don’t let it get that bad again, okay?” I nodded, and hugged Niall.
“Zayn and Liam hate me, don’t they?” I asked as we pulled away.
“No,” he shook his head. “They’re just hurt. And it sounds like you and Louis are too.” I nodded.
“Please don’t tell them about this,” I said. Niall looked at me.
“Harry, I think they might be able to help…” he trailed off.
“Just, please?” I begged. Niall frowned, but nodded.
Tuesday, August 14th, 2012 – North London, England
Louis left me alone with Niall, and I looked up at him, feeling bad that I had made him so upset – again.
“Look, Niall, I’m really sorry for what I said on Saturday,” I ignored his question about the whole suicide thing. “None of it was your fault, I just got upset, and you know I don’t think before I speak.”
“It’s okay, Harry,” Niall sat down next to me. “I’m sorry I accused you of being the reason for Louis’s cutting.” I smiled and nodded forgiveness. “Now, what’s all this about killing yourself?” I sighed, not sure if I was glad or angry Louis had told him that.
“I just – I got on Twitter yesterday, Niall, and it – it was really bad,” I told him. “Everyone was saying how much they hate me and how Louis doesn’t love me and then there was the whole Abby thing and the fight with you guys and I just couldn’t take it anymore.”
“Did you really believe complete strangers telling you Louis doesn’t love you, over him telling you he does?”
“At the time, yeah, it was just so believable, and it made sense, and I didn’t want to live anymore.”
“Do you now?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed, heavy hearted.
“Harry,” Niall pulled me into a hug. “Wait, what whole Abby thing?” he asked as he let go. “You guys looked like you were getting along yesterday.” So I told Niall what Abby had said to me at lunch yesterday when Louis was in the bathroom.
“Harry, you have to tell Louis,” Niall told me when I was done.
“I can’t,” I said. “He already thinks I’m jealous, he’ll think I’m just making it up, then she’ll deny it and she’ll win because he’ll choose her over me.”
“Harry, sometimes I think you forget who Louis is,” Niall told me. “Do you really think he’d choose some random girl over you, his boyfriend that he trusts and loves unconditionally?” Niall had a point.
“I just – I want to protect him from getting hurt,” I justified.
“Harry, unfortunately I think he’s going to get hurt either way. At least if you tell him, even if he doesn’t believe you – which he will – you won’t feel guilty when it happens for not having said something. And it’ll probably be easier on him coming from you.”
“You’re right,” I sighed. And I knew he was. I decided to tell Louis when he got home that day.
“Look,” Niall continued, “I know things have been hard for you, for awhile now. And I know fighting with us doesn’t help. But, Harry, we’re still here for you, always, no matter what happens. If you need something, please, just call, don’t let it get that bad again, okay?” I nodded, and hugged Niall.
“Zayn and Liam hate me, don’t they?” I asked as we pulled away.
“No,” he shook his head. “They’re just hurt. And it sounds like you and Louis are too.” I nodded.
“Please don’t tell them about this,” I said. Niall looked at me.
“Harry, I think they might be able to help…” he trailed off.
“Just, please?” I begged. Niall frowned, but nodded.
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