Requested by -spookycapricorn <3 Hope you like it!

Prompt(That -spookycapricorn requested)- Where Vik starts to feel depressed and suicidal and goes to Harry for help

Warnings- Depressed and suicidal thoughts/ Trigger Warnings

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Vik was depressed. And not the kind of depressed that you're just sad and goes away; it was the kind that made his arms itch and was in need of something-something dangerous.

At first it started off as a growing distance between him and the rest of the Sidemen. It grew into him locking himself in his own room at the Sidemen house, and then him eventually moving out into his own apartment in London. Don't get him wrong, he loved his new apartment, and everyone on twitter could see that. But, the apartment just made his circle of friends shrink and shrink until there were only a few people left in the circle.

Vik started sheltering himself away from the outside world, and away from everyone in it. Even his boyfriend, Harry, couldn't do anything. He couldn't make Vik open up to him, but rather help him open up to Harry.

He started cutting; at first it was a little cut on his forearm that made him promise himself he wouldn't do it again, but that promise was broken immediately.

Vik could now see the cuts all down his arm and wrist, as well as his stomach and chest, all red and angry. Although every time he cut, it never helped. If anything, the depression and suicide thoughts got worse and worse.

He knew it was time to tell someone- anyone.

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Harry yawned as he poured his morning tea in the cup from the water boiler. He set the cup aside to get the plate of toast, sausage, and eggs and set it on the table beside some silverware.

There was a brief knock on the door that Harry, at first, thought was in his head. Until it happened again. Again, there was a knock so Harry got up out of his seat to the door. Maybe it was a fan, because the knocking was over and over again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Harry spoke when there was yet another knock on the door. When Harry opened the door, he was immediately embraced. "Vik?" Harry asked when he saw the small boy laying in his arms. He was crying vigorously.

"I-I need help." This broke Harry's heart in one fail swoop.

"Come sit down, I'll get you some tea." Harry said as Vik nodded, letting go of Harry. Harry took Vik to the couch at the tv, letting him lay down so Harry could sit below the couch at Vik's face. "What's happened, Love?" In Harry's context, he was really asking him to open up, because he hated seeing the small boy in pain.

The long shirt rolled up and Harry gasped when he saw all the many scars in Vik's arms. The boy started crying again, but silent tears this time.

"Shh, it's ok. I'm here, I'm here." Harry wrapped his arms around Vik's head letting him cry all he wanted.

"I've have s-suicidal thoughts all the time, I cut all the time, I'm d-depressed all the time." Vik hiccuped as Harry only shushed his boyfriend as he took Vik's hands and kissed them.

Harry moved so he was behind Vik on the couch, holding him close.

He missed this-the cuddling, the kissing, the hugging. It all stopped 2 months ago- when Vik started getting depressed. It's been too long.

"We'll get you help, Vik. And while we do that, I'm here for you, always."

Vik nodded, sniffling as he leaned his head back on Harry's chest, feeling his warm breath against his neck.

"I love you so much." Vik whispered, making Harry smile.

"I love you too."

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A week later, Harry had Vik go to the therapist who had him put on depression and anxiety medicine. But sometimes, this medicine didn't help.

Vik moved his apartment closer to Harry and the Cal's, just in case.

Vik was still depressed, deciding not to share anything with Harry, or really to lie to him. He lied about not cutting himself, he lied about the suicidal thoughts like what it would be like to hold his breath for a little longer in the bath, or take too many depression pills.

His arms itched every day for attention, and sometimes, most days, he would give it to them. It would cut and feel the blood run down his arms.

So when he did one day, he felt much better. He could feel the cold metal of the steak knife drag across his arm as he took a deep breath.

He did the exact same to the other arm, feeling the red deep blood staining his arm around the cut as it dripped onto the floor.

Then a knock.

"Vik? You in here?"

Rush, adrenaline. 

Vik hurried to clean up the wound and wipe up the floor in a hurry, but he was loosing so much blood.

Vik started feeling dizzy, so so dizzy. He put his hand on the counter, trying to keep his balance.

"Vik? I have a key! If you don't answer I'll open myself!" It was Harry, and Vik knew that. 

"One sec!" Vik yelled back but saying that only made it worse. Vik rushed faster, wrapping his arms in some bandages as he put on a long sleeve shirt and some joggers.

"I'm coming in!" Before Harry could open the door himself with his key, the door opened for him. Vik stood there and smiled, letting the blonde in through the door.

"Hi! Come in." Vik said but as he stepped out of the way to let Harry in, the nausea got worse.

"Vik? You ok?" Harry said waving a hand in front of Vik's face. But as he said this, Vik started falling.

Falling deep, deep, into darkness.

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Vik woke up with a headache and a bright light in his face.

"Vik! You're ok!" Harry said as Vik felt Harry grab his own hand.

"What happened?" Vik asked and Harry sighed.

"You cut your wrist, and you lost too much blood. Thank goodness I was there." Harry said and Vik groaned in pain. He looked down to see new bandages and himself in a gown. "Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked and Vik looked at him sadly.

"I-I." Vik tried to speak but a wave of tears fell. "I should have, I'm sorry." Harry took Vik's hands in his own and smiled softly.

"I'm moving in with you, everything will be ok." Harry said and Vik nodded. Their lips connected softly as the tears dried up.