Chapter 2

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Hi, my name is Autumn...Autumn Walker. I am 16 years old. I have dark brown, long hair and enchanting hazel eyes. My boyfriend is Harry Styles from One Direction...well that's what you know him by, i know him by Harry, just Harry. We have been dating for about a year now. I tell him everything...almost everything.

I have been self harming since i was around 14, so two years now. Yeah i feel ashamed after i do it but it feels good while I'm doing it.Its lets all the stress out through my skin, its like its all better when i do it. I know its bad but i can't stop, my life is shit. The only people who know right now are my best friends Julia and Luke. They have tried to make me stop but it never works. My life is horrible. Right now the only thing that is worth living for is Harry, because i know he wouldn't be able to live without me. He loves me.

"Hey Hun" Harry greeted me with a charming smile. "Hi, how are you?" i reply back. " I'm gre-" he stopped...why did he stop? He grabs my arm and looks at the scares and new cuts all up my arm. I felt a tear drop fall and hit my arm. "What is this?" He said in a weak shaky voice "I-I was going to tell you, i didn't know how, i'm sorry". "Why? Why would you do this to yourself?" he said  as he sat me down on his lap". I didn't want to tell him, what if he judges me, or dumps me..i have to trust him. "m-m-my dad...h-". "What the hell did he do!? I will kick his ass!" he interrupted quickly. "He beats me..." I show him all the bruised on my legs and stomach. My dads smart, he doesn't hit my arms, so there's no bruises. Harry's face drops into his hands, but hes not crying...hes pulling at his hair in anger. 

I'm a very emotional person so this is heart breaking for him to find out like this. Of course I am crying my eyes out at the moment. I lift his head out of his hands and look him in his gorgeous green eyes and kiss him on the cheek in attempt to cheer him up. He wraps his long arms around my waist and pulls me closer and kisses my fore head.

"I'm sorry" he says in a deep raspy voice. "Babe its not your fau-" he interrupts me "yes it is! If I would have been with you more this wouldn't have happened!""Don't you dare blame this on you. Its my choice, blaming it on yourself is just making it worse. I love you and I don't want you to blame yourself for something your not even involved with". "I'm sorry but i have to blame someone and that someone is me. I can't get over how this happened. Why couldn't i tell you were sad? I have been a terrible boyfriend...I'm sorry babe" hes crying now, as hard as he can. I've never seen him this hurt ever. 

We were sitting on my couch holding eachother and  crying, i was holding him how i have never held him before. Hes torn. "I hide my feelings" I said. "but why, why wouldn't you tell me this? I love you and i think i deserve to know if something like this is happening" he said eyes still red from crying. I was about to answer him when the door was kicked down.

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