A/N: Hey guys(: This is the sequel to Perfection, hope you like ittt(:
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I remember going to get the butterfly on my wrist with Harry. It was a friday afternoon, about two months before I started public school, so one month since I returned to private school.
I was going insane because no one was talking to me. Well, except for Claire.
I went home crying, not because my feelings were hurt, but because I didn't want to be alienated anymore. Plus, it was the two month anniversery of Olivia's death. So, things weren't really in my favor that day.
I slammed the door when I got home, to find Harry lounging on the couch in sweats and a beanie.
"Hey, your mum went out and she didn't want you here alo-" He stood up to greet me, and noticed I was crying. He wrapped his strong arms around my waisted and kissed the top of my head, whispering, "What's wrong? Why are you crying? I don't like seeing you cry."
I looked up into his big green eyes. I couldn't lie to those gorgeous eyes.
"I'm completely alone," I said quietly.
"No you aren't. You will never, ever be alone, as long as you and I are alive. I'm always here, your mum, my mum, Gemma, Claire, the boys, all of us. You are not alone," He told me, wiping me tears off my cheek.
"I need my razor," I mumbled.
"No, no, no," Harry had said, blocking the stairs. "You are not going to hurt yourself."
"Please, just once?" I pleaded, even though I knew it was pointless.
"No." He put his foot down, and grabbed my hands and set me down on the couch.
Harry kissed me gently, and pulled away, smiling. "There. Do you still want to cut?"
"Yes." I couldn't believe I'd just said that.
"Come on," Harry pulled me to the door, grabbing his car keys on the way out, and his wallet.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"Tattoo parlor," He murmered, holding my hand on the way out the door.
"What? Wait my mother will kill me if I get a tattoo. I don't think-" I was cut off.
"We're getting butterflies," He told me, opening the passenger side door for me.
"What?" I asked.
"Butterflies, on our wrists. To remind you that you're cutting something beautiful, and to remind you that I'm always there, even when I'm not."
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