Soul Mate
Harry smiles bitterly to himself as tears slip down his cheeks silently. He's sitting in the bathroom, alone in their flat, Louis gone off on another of his dates with Eleanor. He'd told Harry before he'd left to not expect him back tonight, and that had been the metaphorical last straw for the younger boy. So here Harry sits, back against the locked bathroom door, staring down a razor blade.
Harry never could have imagined that this is what his life would amount to. Honestly? He's Harry Styles, one-fifth of One Direction, the boy band that is quickly taking over the musical world. He should have everything he could ever want. He should be happy. Harry can't help but laugh hollowly at the thought. If anything, Harry feels stripped bare, like he's broken inside. And to think, it's all because of a boy.
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