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Louis sat in the bathroom, the razorblade glinting in the dull light. He had promised himself he wouldn't do this again, but the pain was the only thing that made him feel alive. As he dragged the blade across his skin, he couldn't help but think how much easier it would be if he just wasn't around anymore.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and Harry stood in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. "Louis, what the fuck?!" he exclaimed, rushing over to his boyfriend's side.
Louis tried to hide his arm, but Harry saw the blood and the scars. He felt sick to his stomach as he realized what Louis had been doing. "Baby, what have you done?" he asked, his voice shaking.
Louis hung his head, ashamed. He didn't want to see the pain and disappointment in Harry's eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I just couldn't take it anymore."
Harry didn't know what to do. He had never dealt with self-harm before, and he didn't know how to help Louis. All he knew was that he loved him and he didn't want to see him hurting. He wrapped his arms around Louis, pulling him close. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
They stayed like that for a while, Harry rocking Louis back and forth as he cried. When Louis had finally calmed down, Harry helped him clean and bandage his wounds. It was a painful and intimate experience, but Harry knew it was necessary.
As they sat on the bed, Harry couldn't hold back his tears anymore. He had never felt so helpless before, and he didn't know how to fix things for Louis. "I don't know what to do," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Louis looked up at Harry, his eyes red and puffy. "Just be here," he said, taking Harry's hand. "That's all I need. I need you."
Harry nodded, tears streaming down his face. "I'm always here, baby. I love you so much."
And they sat there, holding each other, as the night slowly turned into day. They didn't have all the answers, but they knew they had each other, and that was enough.