These Small Hours.

Harry and Louis never had secrets, they never kept anything hidden form each other. That's always how it's been. That's what Louis thought, at least. Harry knew something different. After a concert, a signing, being out with the boys, or just everyday really, he into the bathroom, locking the door and repeating his everyday cycle. He cut, anywhere he'd like. Mostly his arms. Then, he'd force himself to throw up any meal or snack he had that day. He would swallow two pain killers, that he saved for the night he couldn't take life anymore, to make him feel numb. He comes home one night, crying to Louis and spilling everything to him. After that, so many things happen in those small hours; the small hour that will change everybody's lives, whether it be good or bad. In the end, it doesn't matter how someone acts, it's their heart that really matters.