Ignorance on the Internet
Crying in the bathroom… well done Harry. Why could you not just leave it? You had to try and defend yourself. What is your problem?
… Two hours earlier…
Louis was reading an article on his iPad. It described, in detail, the relationship between Harry Styles and Ophelia Anderson, an up and coming star in modelling. The article spoke about how the who met whilst Harry was filming the music video for one of his new songs and apparently they instantly clicked. In the article there were photos of the two of them getting coffee and having dinner. Normally Louis wouldn’t care for an article like this. However, what struck Louis was the date the article was posted.
“Harry?” Asked Louis,
“Hmm…” Harry, who was sprawled out on the sofa, hummed in response.
“Have you met up with Ophelia recently?” Louis asked casually, looking up from his iPad,
“Um… no why?” Harry responded not looking up from the book he was reading.
It went downhill from there. Louis didn’t believe him and was quick to accuse him on lying. It ended with Harry getting hurt by a man he’d once considered calling a lover. If Louis couldn’t believe him on this then how could he expect him to have his back on anything?
“I haven’t seen Ophelia in months Louis,” Harry said, a bitter tinge to his voice,
“Stop fucking lying to me Harry!” Louis yelled, “I know you saw her last week! There’s proof right here in this article!”
Louis stood up, standing face to face with Harry, puffing his chest out in an attempt to intimidate him.
“You know what?” Harry said, trying to hide the wobble in his voice, “I don’t have to take this…” He muttered, turning on his heel and quickly walking away.
The look in Harry’s eyes was enough for Louis to realise his wrong doings. Although Harry tried hard not to show it, he saw the hurt. What had he done?
“Harry!” He called after the younger man but there was no response, he was already gone.
***
Harry was sitting in the bathroom, curled in a ball on the floor, when an idea came to mind. He opened the cabinet to the left of him. Inside there was a wooden box. He carefully opened it to reveal a few items, some of which were wrapped in a cloth. He plucked one of the bundles out of the box and slowly unwrapped it to reveal three silver blades. Each had a small snake carved into the side. He carefully rolled up his sleeve, pulling his arm into view.
He hardly even hesitated when he dragged one of the blades in a smooth line across his arm and he couldn’t look away when blood began to speckle and trail down his arm. He then repeated the action of dragging the blade across his arm, again and again, again and again, over and over.
He was so lost in the moment that he didn’t hear someone announce their arrival into the house and he didn’t hear the knocking on the door and he didn’t hear Louis threatening to knock the door down if he didn’t get an answer soon. However, he did notice when someone grabbed his hand, sending the razor flying across the bathroom.
“Harry!” Louis yelled, “What are you doing?”
Harry felt tears spring to his eyes, beginning to pour down his face as he bawled. Louis was quick to wrap his arms around the younger boy.
“I’m sorry… I’m so so sorry…” soothed Louis, “I should have believed you… I’m so sorry.”
Louis began to stroke Harry’s hair as the younger cried.
“I know the photos are old. I didn’t realise until I looked closer. I thought you lied to me.” Louis explained, “I’m so so sorry.”
Louis held Harry as he cried before carefully cleaning the cuts and wrapping his arm securely in a clean white bandage.
It was that day Louis decided never to believe anything he read online again, especially if it was about Harry. His Harry. The love of his life.