They Don't Know About Us

I Wanna Feel Your Heart - Chapter 55

*CHLOES POV*

Well.. That went down not to plan, of course I didn't want to show Paige my scars, but it was the only way that my reason for being upset made sense. Harry knew, he was as shocked as Paige, more hurt than anything. As I take hold of his hand, I can see the prominant veins in his hand and neck push against his tanned skin, showing his anger, but his grip on me was soft..Too soft. I tried to say something as we all walk down the famillair and what seems endless corridors, but no words come out. Finally, we end up at Shelby's room. Hopefully she's stable, Lou and Liam look a mess especially Lou. His face is slightly puffy, blotched red in places, his eyes have dark circles that seem to show more than ever. As we barge through the door, Shelby lays, emotionless on the bed. The others rush immediately to her side. "I-I couldn't stop her.." Lou mumbles, burying his head near her neck. "Luckily, she's in a stable condition. The drugs consumed have been withdrawn, she just needs a few days of rest to recover." The nurse says before leaving the room.

A few hours later and we're all still at the Hospital, Paige and Niall have returned, faces beaming with happiness, something we are all glad to see. "Congrats mate!" Zayn happily beams to Niall, patting him on the back. Whilst I walk over towards Paige, forcing a smile on my face. "Everything ok?" I ask, glancing down at the baby bump that seems to have doubbled in size since the last time i'd noticed. "Yeah! The nurse said they're both happy and healthy!" I gasp, eyes widening. "Wait! Twins? Awww!" I reply, carefully hugging Paige, she chuckles. "Yep! It's quite a shock to us all.." We stay for a few hours more, though Shelby occasionaly stirrs from her sleep, the nurse said it will take a day or two for her to fully recover and interact again.

Lou decided to stay with Shelby, whilst the rest of us headed back. No one brings up todays revealed dramas. Only the excited chatter of Paige and Nialls anticipated twins. Becky didn't go with us, instead she stayed locked in her room.. she's not exactly been talkative these past few weeks. As we all decide to call it a day, and say quick goodnights to eachother, Harry leads me up towards our bedroom, closing the door behind. I make my way towards the bed, unsure whether to sit or lie down. Harry sits beside me, he hasn't said anything since he found out about my scars.. Like a shadow, following my every movement, but distant. His eyes are stricken with worry, but anger at the same time. Dark. Without a word, he lifts up my sleves, exposing the paling pink cuts against my pale wrist. "Why didn't you tell me.." He finally speaks, voice rough and husky. "I-I.." I stammer, casting my gaze to the floor. "I didn't want to hurt you!" I reply still not looking back towards him. "Chloe! I'v said this before! You can't do this. You're getting hurt, messing with my brain and fucking up the others, too!" He shouts, rising from the bed, his back turned to the wall, his hands balled up in tight fists. I sit there speechless, tears threatening to spill from my eyes again. "I didn't know this was going to happen, Harry! I needed an escape! Always being the one to pick up everyones mess and be there! I'm not that strong.. Not anymore!" I scream, feeling anger course through my veins. I hated what I did to myself, I was never the person to do that kind of thing--hell I had a very strong opion against self harm untill now. Harry heaves out another sigh, channeling his anger to his fists almost punching the wall. It takes a few moments for him to calm down, turning back to face me, eyes softened. "The next time you feel like this- or even have the slightest motion of wanting to. Tell me. Okay?" He mutters, though I can still hear the anger through his voice. He slides to my side and cradling me in his arms. No words escape my lips, only silent sobs and streaming tears. I don't know how long we sat there, but our silence was interupted by Harry's phone ringing with some wierd ringtone I didn't quite catch. Leaning over, he answers. "Hello?" "Oh, hey!" "..what now?" Taking a glance towards me. "I know you want to meet her! But now's not the best t-" His eyebrows form down into a scowl, throwing the phone back on the stand. "He cut me off!" I'm still not catching on. "What? Who was that Harry?" Worry eching into my voice. Harry glides his fingers down the side of his face. "My brother, Marcel.. He wants to meet you. He's on his way now."

Marcel Styles. Harry's "identical twin" apparently. I rush quickly, covering up my tear-stained face, putting on a new jumper that hid my scars and ushering everyone into the living room. We all sit, watching TV. Paige, huddled against Niall, Liam staring at the TV, Beth and Josh huddled on the sofa whilst Zayn sits beside Liam, often making inside jokes and silly remarks to the character on screen. Harry, on the other hand, paces back and forth. "Harry, babe stop worrying.. i'm sure he's going to be fine!" Harry glances towards me, sighing and running his hands through his curls. "He's not like me, Clo! He's completely the opposite..not good in social situations." A nerdy, anxious and.. American Harry Styles is hard to imagine, yet I can't help but laugh at the thought. A nock suddenly jerks me from my daydream, rushing to open the door, Marcel steps in. "Guys, this is my brother, Marcel.." Marcel is completely different. Hair slicked back, wearing a checkered suit and tie with wierd shoes to match. Looks wise, Marcel is the spitting image of Harry, though geeky glases cover his eyes. "Hey, guys!" Marcel finally speaks up in a clear american "geeky" accent. "Oh and this must be Chloe, arn't you cute as a button!" Everyone nervously laughs, Harry puts an arm around his shoulder. "Yeah.. uhm. Does anyone want some tea?" Typical Harry, always trying to get out of awkward situations.