Yours Sincerely, Louis

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10 weeks after Louis left

Harry drove home in complete silence. He wanted to go back for him. Wanted to get him out of that awful place. Wanted to burn that church to the ground. But instead, he called his mum. He just cried and cried. Told her how horrible the place was. Told her how miserable Louis was. He told her everything. She listened, and listened, and listened. At one point she started crying too. Louis was practically her son-in-law and she loved him to death.

Then all of a sudden, Harry thought of something. Something that he's wanted to do since the moment he and Louis met in the bathroom. He told Anne his idea and she fully supported it. Harry went home and immediately started doing research.

He couldn't wait until Louis was finally free. He had an amazing surprise for when he came home.

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⚠️ TW: Self-Harm and Anorexia ⚠️

Louis was so tired. He didn't sleep anymore. He barely ate anything. He couldn't even cry anymore. Everything was drained out of him. He was numb. He felt nothing. Not anger, not sadness, not fear. Nothing. He didn't even have the energy to write anymore. He wanted to write to Harry to tell him how he was feeling, or what he wasn't feeling rather. He wanted to tell him everything. But he couldn't. He didn't want Harry to be worried. He already had enough on his plate as is, with tour and everything. So he decided to stay quiet. And besides, Louis could barely hold a pencil anyway because of how weak and tired he was. The tactics they were using weren't working at all, and the staff was getting annoyed. They tried everything. Even exorcism. But nothing worked.

"We're gonna try something new today Louis and let's pray to God it works," Nancy tells him.

Louis scoffs at her and faces the window.

"You are going to be a heterosexual before you leave this church, I will make sure of it" Nancy says before slamming Louis' door.

Louis actually felt an emotion for the first time in weeks: rage. He stormed off his bed and punched his mirror. He watched as the pieces of glass scattered the floor. He stared at them for a while until he got an idea.

He picked up a piece of glass and slid it across his wrist. It stung but it almost felt good in a way. He continued to slit his wrist in multiple places until the pain got to be too much. Once the stinging calmed down, he started on the other wrist. He fell asleep, crying. What am I doing? Why can't I stop? What would Harry say? He asked himself as he drifted off to sleep.

Author Notes:

Two chapters in one night? I'm on a roll! Also, sorry for the depressing chapter. I will buy tissues for anyone who needs them. I even cried writing it. There are only a few chapters left and then YSL will come to a close. But don't be too sad! I still have 4 fics in the works! And one that I'm currently writing. It's a 5SOS fic and it's purely smut so if ur into that then u should read You Can't Dominate a Dom. That fic is almost finished too lol. Anygays I hope u liked this chapter! I didn't proof read so I'm sorry for any mistakes. Love you all and make sure to TPWK 🌈❤️

~ Grace