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

Chapter 15 *Elizas POV*

When we got to Harrys house, he led me up the stairs and to his room, which was way different than I expected. On one side was a huge bookshelf filled with books and there were a few in a stack in his nightstand. The floor was completely clean, and his bed was made. On top of the books on his nightstand were a pair of nerdy glasses. When I looked over at Harry, he was staring at the floor, blushing.

I giggled and his cheeks grew redder. "Don't be embarassed!" I told him. 

"Why wouldn't I be?" He asked, not looking at me.

"Just don't be." I replied. I walked over to his nightstand and put on the glasses. 

"These yours?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I have contacts, but they're really uncomfortable so i wear my glasses at home." He murmured.

I took the glasses off and set them beside the books on the nightstand, then picked up the first book. "Hamlet?" I asked him. He just shrugged. The other two books were 'Julius Ceaser' and 'The Taming Of The Shrew'.

"You like Shakespeare?" I asked him. He shut the door and sat down in his bed, still blushing madly. He looked up at me, extremely sad.

"You hate me now, don't you? You found out i'm nerdy and now you hate me." He sighed.

"No!" I yelled, horrified that he would say that. "No." I said, softer the second time. "Honestly, I love Hamlet." He smiled a little. "And, I think there glasses are cute, I bet even cuter on you." I told him, pointing to the glasses. I sat down on the bed beside him. "Why would you even think that?" I asked him.

He shrugged and I noticed he was repeatedly rubbing his thumb over the same part of his arm through his sleve Thats what I do right on top where I cut when i get nervous.

"Why do you do that?" I asked him, suspicious. He idmidiatly stopped and shrugged like it was nothing, but I had seen the panic flare in his eyes. Gently I grabbed his arm, but when I tried to pull up the sleeve he yanked it away.

"Lemme see." I whispered, pulling it torwards me again. This time when I went to pull up his sleeve, he just turned his head away and squeezed his eyes shut. After I had the sleeve up to his elbow, I focused on his arm. There were scars from his wrist to his elbow, they seemed never-ending. I gasped quietly when I saw 3 fresh cuts about half way up his arm.

"You cut too?" I asked him quietly.

He nodded a little, then relaxed his eyes and hung his head in defeat. "Sorry." He whispered, sounding completely broken.

"Don't be." I answered, lightly running my fingers over the new cuts. "I understand why you would do it with good reason, because i've been there. But why? Who made you wanna do this?" I asked.

He was silent for a few seconds before he opened up his eyes and looked up at me.

"Me. I make me want to. I'm fat, adn i'm a fake at school because management says I can't be nerdy and I just hate myself." He answered. My eyes began to tear up as he told me these things.

"How do you hide your sadness?" I asked. He just shrugged.

"Why did you get so upset when you found out I cut if you do too?" I asked him.

"Because I've had a crush on you for 3 years." He answered simply.

I smiled a little. "Really?" I asked, breaking the tension.

"Really." He answered, smiling too.

I leaned back against the pillows.

"I'm gonna go to take out my contacts. Be right back." He told me, walking into the bathroom.