"W-what are you doing?" I took my face out of my hands and looked up at Zayn.
"Just sitting.." I muttered.
"No you were mumbling something?" I began to feel nervous.
"I think you heard heard wrong.." I managed to say.
"No I definitely hea--"
"I'm hungry I didn't eat anything when I woke up so I'm gonna get something to eat." I cut Zayn off.
He nooded softly.
I went back to the kitchen and got me an apple.
As I bite my apple I see Zayn nervously talking to the lads. I hope he isn't talking about me...
I saw Niall bite his nail, he always does that when he's nervous. I'm just gonna go over there.
"What are you guys talking about?" They quickly turn their heads towards me.
"Oh nothing really." Louis said and scratched the back of his neck.
"Oh..." I said clearly not believing him and sat down at the couch .
I turned on the tv, but I couldn't focus on what I was watching, I had so much on my mind.
"Harry? Harry? HARRY?!" I jumped up a little because of the yelling. I saw the tv was off, I don't even remember turning it off?
"Why all the yelling?"
"We've been trying to get your attention for almost 3 minutes Harry?" I gulped and got the familiar knot in my stomach that I hated.
"Oh, I guess I was just deep in thoughts." I nervously chuckled. They looked at me with sad eyes.
"God damn it Harry, just tell us what the hell is going on!" Niall said surprisingly angry.
"What do you mean?" I said as I started to scratch my thighs, I don't even know why I was doing it, I guess it calms me down a little bit.
"Oh down act stupid Harry! We're not idiots!"
"Okay Niall, you don't have to be so harsh." Liam said.
"I'm just so fucking worried." Niall said and went through his hair.
"We're all worried."
"But there's nothing to be worried about..." I said and digged my nails to my thighs.
"Harry." Zayn cleared his throat. "What are you d-doing?" Zayn stuttered.
"What do you mean?" I said and looked at Zayn confused.
He pointed shakily at my thighs and the boys starred at my thighs in surprise.
I looked at them confused and looked at my thighs and... oh my god, there was blood after I scratched.
"Shit." I walked down to the bathroom and checked on it.
Ew it's so much blood.
After I was done cleaning up I walked out of the bathroom and the guys were just standing there.
"Okay why the hell did your thighs bleed?" Louis said a little angry.
I had no idea what to say honestly.
I went through my hair shakily, i'll just tell them that I didn't do it on purpose.
"I-I don't know."
"This just doesn't happen Harry."
"It's my buissnes what happened not yours." I said and got in my room.
I know they were just trying to help and I feel pretty bad about what I said.
You should feel bad.
Okay what the fuck was that.
Just me.
I felt a lump in my throat, what the fuck am I hearing right now?
I guess you can call me Damian.
Holy shit.
