From No One to "His" New One (Harry Fanfic)

Chapter 7 *Eliza's POV*

At school, I could tell Madison had seen me talking to Harry yesterday.

"Trying to get him to like you fattie? It's not gonna work you know." She said, laughing. I just ignored her and kept walking. "Oh, don't worry, I know you're gonna cry so you don't have to pretend to be brave." Her posse cackled behind her.

"Hey, leave her alone." A familiar voice said. 'Harry!' I thought.

"Excuse me?" Madison said, outraged that someone would go against her. I turned to see her turn around and say "Oh, Harry." Embarassed for yelling at him like that, she just continued her verbal assualt on me. "Why are you sticking up for fattie, don't tell me you're acctually friends with her!" She said, laughing, then quickly shutting up when she realized he wasn't amused.

"What did she ever do to you?" He asked gesturing to me. 

"She was born, thats what." Madison snipped, holding back giggles from what she thought was her cleverness.

"No, seriously." He said through clenched teeth.

"Harry, just drop it." I told him quietly, just wanting to dissapear. He turned to me.

"Why? Why won't you defend yourself?"

"Just let it go." I pleaded, grabbing his arm and tugging on it. "Please."

He signed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay." He looked at me in full symapthy and walked away. As I turned tp leave too, Madison grabbed my arm and threw me up against the lockers, laughing when I sank to the floor.

Looking at me, she said one word. "Bitch." Then walked away.

For the rest of the day, that word echoed through my head. I had the urge to cut but didn't want to do it in that bathroom for fear of Harry walking in. As soon as I got in my room and shut the door afterschool, I ripped my blade out of my purse and made a deep cut across my arm. I was just about to make another one when Harry walked in my room.

"Hey, your mom let me in and she said you were up-" He froze, staring in horror at the blade poised above my flesh, my arm already bleeding. He walked completely in my room, shutting the door behind him. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a roll of toilet paper, the first aid kit, and a roll of gauze then walked over to me, knealing down in front of me. Meanwhile, all I could do was stare at him, not moving at all.

He pulled the blade out of my hand, wrapped it in toilet paper and dropped it in the trash can. Next, he wiped off my arm and put some neosporin from the first aid kit on it. Lastly, he wrapped my arm in gauze, then looked up at me quietly.

"Why."

The word was small and simple yet so hard to answer when in the phrase of a question. I just shrugged.

"I tried to defend you." He whispered. "I tried to help you but yoiu stopped me, why?" He asked, his voice getting louder with every word.

"I know you were trying to help, but whenever someone defends me, it gets worse." I break down and start crying. He pulls me into his arms and strokes my hair.

"Why don't you tell the principle?" He mumbled the question into my hair.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "He probably wouldn't believe me anyway." I said quietly. It was silent for a few minutes except for my sniffling.

"You should get some extra sleep." He told me, pulling me up off the floor and guiding me to bed. I didn't resist because I was really tired even though my clock only said 4:47. He turned off the light and kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight." He told me, walking torwards the door.

"Wait!" I called. "Stay." He smiled.

"Gladly." He walked back over and laid on top of me and I cuddled into him, falling asleep almost instantly.

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