Tiara and Dalton //MPT+MD//

Chapter Thirty-Three

Louis' P.O.V

I hiss out in pain as the blade slices at my skin once more, a hiss escaping my lips as I look down at the crimson droplets in the sink. I hear the door opening, the blade clattering as a gasp is heard, I instantly turn around, my arms hidden behind me.

"What the fùck did I just see." Hannah spoke steadily, her voice even as she tried to contain her anger.

"Nothing." I counter immediately, blinking rapidly to get rid of the tears.

"Louis what have you done." She questioned once more, storming towards me and yanking my wrist forward, the bleeding wounds dripping onto the floor. I snatch my arm back, keeping it hidden behind me.

"I counted seven, go on, cut me." She spoke through clenched teeth, pulling up her sleeve and thrusting it towards me.

"What?" My voice cracks, scanning her demeanour in hopes to see that she was joking.

"You told me hurting myself would hurt you, did you not think that you hurting yourself would only hurt me! " Her tears run first, mine following shortly.

"If you don't do it I will." She sniffled, blinking quickly.

"Baby, you don't understand I-"

"I don't understand? I don't understand?!" She was angry, her face pink and flustered.

"You knew how much it hurt you to see me self harm and now you're doing it to yourself! Shall I remind you how much it hurt you?" She reaches behind me, grabbing the blade and sliding it across her skin, my hand immediately slapping the blade out of her hand at her stupidity.

"What the hełl!" I demand, immediately yanking her towards the sink to rinse the blood and grabbing a bandage from the cabinet and wrapping it tightly around her wrist.

"Hurts doesn't it?" She taunted, anger running through my veins.

"Why would you do that?" I shout, my voice contradicting against the tears running down my cheeks as I kiss the bandage.

"You still owe me six more." Hannah spoke stoically, refusing to break her emotionless features.

"We stop right now." I speak lowly, reaching down for the blade and flushing it immediately.

"What went wrong? Was it something I did?" Her voice trembles, I refuse to turn and look at her.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't of blown up on Tess none of this would have happened." I shake my head, casting my eyes towards the tiled floor.

"It's not all your fault." She spoke, a hand touching mine but I pull away, shutting my eyes, my wet lashes resting on my cheek bone.

"Louis, you're okay. You need to talk to me, it's okay."

"You don't know that."

"Seeming as I'm a survivor I think I'd know that but whatever, I have things to do." She's out before I could protest or apologise, the only sound heard was my blood dripping onto the tiled floor...

Hannah's P.O.V 

I couldn't help but feel angry, who could blame me? My boyfriend was self harming. I ignore my thoughts, bringing Dalton out to burp him and tidying away the spilt cereal Tiara had left. I grab my phone, ringing Harry and telling him to get his aśs over as soon as possible, bring Melody or whatever, I need you here. 

I grasp him into a hug once he's here, my tears falling before I could stop them, my hands trembling as I spoke, telling him that everything wasn't right. That I was fed up, hurt and most of all, tired. Melody hugged me soon after, telling me to get some rest and that she'd wake me up when Dalton is hungry. I give her a nod, making my way up and shuffling in the bed, holding the sheets closely to me. The bathroom door opens, Louis emerging wearing hoodie and baggy joggers. I turn away, refusing to look at him as I shut my eyes, wanting nothing more but a few more hours of sleep. I hear his footsteps leave the room and descend down the stairs as wracks of sobs took over my body. Everything was going wrong. I couldn't help but think of the relief I felt when I sliced the blade across my skin... my mind clouding with darkness. I sit up immediately, refusing to let the demons come out once more, getting out of the bed and changing before making my way down to see everyone sat in the living room.

Tiara was sat beside Tessa, her eyes scanning her favourite story, Rapunzel, she claimed it was the last story she had read out loud and she missed her mummy. I mean who could blame her? She didn't deserve any of this, none of us did. I did what I had to do, my foot tapping as I waited for the door bell to ring.

"You alright?" I almost jump when Louis seats himself beside me, an arm wrapping around me and pulling me into his hold.

"I will be." I respond, stealing a sip from his mug of tea.

When the doorbell finally rings I am already making my way towards it, opening the door and giving the paramedics a smile.

"She's in the living room, come in." I say, guiding them towards Tessa. It was the best for her, she shouldn't be here at this state of mind, she wouldn't get better this way, me out of all people knew this. She needed specialists and professional help.

"Hannah what's happening?" Niall questioned, Tessa's eyes widening as she stopped stroking her stomach.

"Tess you're not okay, you need help and I got these people to bring you back to the-"

"No. They don't help, Niall tell her." She's on her feet, her face bright red as she heads towards the steps.

"I thought I could trust you! You told me you wouldn't take me back there!" Tessa screams at me, as the paramedics make their way over.

"You fùcking lied! Don't ever expect me to talk to you again!" She yells, Niall making his way over and insisting that she was okay.

"Look you can't waste our time like this." They said as they leave, without Tessa, the door shutting close.

"Baby what were you thinking?" Louis spoke, his hands resting on my shoulders but I move away.

"She's affecting everyone!" I look over to see Tessa being consoled by Harry and Niall, Melody comforting Tiara who was in hysterics. "Why would you do that? How could you?" He shakes his head but I refuse to let his words get to me.

"You're hurting yourself! Niall's exhausted! I'm done. I'm so fùcking done." I hold my hands in surrender, shaking my head. Since when was my life a soap.

"We're through okay. I'm done. You can handle this on your own. I didn't want any of this." I take a few steps back, my hands finding the granite surface of the kitchen counter, a strong knife shone in it's place as my hand reaches out for it.

I hear a scream, my eyes casting down to see the handle soaked with my blood, my wrist gaping open as blood poured out from the fresh wound.

"Done." I whisper before falling back, darkness taking over everything.

a/n

i'm so sorry. 

~ c.j.