Harry's pov:
Why am I doing here? I'm crying over my first kidnapper who my gay ass fall in love with, in my second kidnapper's arms.
Ridiculous.
I pulled away from him. Look at his concern eyes with hate.
" please go away. You're dangerous."I almost shouted as my tears ran faster out of my eyes.
He put a step closer as i step back.
"Princess..." he wanted to hold my hands but I shake it off.
"Harry, you know I won't hurt you no matter what. You're fucking safe here with me" he shouted the last part as my body trembled in fear.
"I..I didn't.FUCK." He walked around himself in anger. With every second passing, my fear of the Italian gangster.
After a few deep breaths he clutch at his mullet.
"Look baby i didn't mean to yell at you okay? I'm sorry but I just want you to know that I will protect you against everything and everyone even my self." The softness in his eyes made me to believe his words. My heart want to trust on someone after all betrayals.
It's actually really funny that no one is searching for me. Like i was never there.
I was unwanted anyways. When my mom didn't want me and treated me like a garbage for years and after dad murdered in front of our eyes ,she scared to die alone so she started to accept that she have two fucking kids.(if you can't take care of a baby, have safe sex and use the fucking condom or contraception pills dumb bitches)
How can I expect others to care about me anyways.
Finally they're happy.
All the dark thoughts and bad memories rushed to my mind and make my eyes closed shut.
I'm drowning again, drowning in my mind.
I'm screaming for help, but no words come out of my mouth.
My headache is killing me, so I put my hands on my ears. I can't go through this again. I'm not strong enough to fight my thoughts back.
Damiano shake his hand to get a reaction as his other hand grabbing my arm.
I can see his lips moving but I can't hear him, I can't hear anything.
I shake my head a few times. And finally I find the strength to run.
I sit on the floor of the bathroom in my room, legs stick to my chest;hands still on my ears.
Voices in my head getting louder, reminding me my uselessness.
I can't stop it so I start crying again.
"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!"
Slowly removing my palms off my eras.
I get up the floor and starting to search for something sharp. SHARP like zayn's chin. I smiled bitterly, I'm still thinking about the person who used me for fulfilling his lust.
The sharp blade flashed in my eyes, what would it be look like with my red blood on it?
I can make an art with my blood drops on the floor.
I slowly put the cold metal on my pale skin of my forearm, it made a shiver in my body.
I push it harder till the sharp blade dive in my skin, the blood slowly poured out of my hand on the white floor of the bathroom.
I made more scratches on my hand until I couldn't move my hand.
I made a red river and it makes me wanna smile, so I did with the last power in my body.
Knocking on the door bothers me so I tangled my brows.
" Harry, Harry... what's going on in there? Let me in. Let's talk about it yeah? Let me in honey."
I wanna tell him to fuck off but nothing left my mouth.
"Harry,"he inhaled deeply."at least can you tell me you are okay?"
"I...u"
"I swear to god I'll break the door and I promise you I won't be this calm, you're scaring me...god are you okay?...i..."
I couldn't fight the heaviness of my eyelids so I close them. It's cold, I'm freezing.
I wanna sleep, I'm tired of everything.
Damiano's pov:
" fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I shouted as throwing my phone on the wall .
I don't want Harry to be scared of me. I want him to feel safe and loved .
Cause I do have mixed feelings for him , but how can I hurt him, if even I want to, I can't.
"Dom zayn's on the phone. He can't call you" Ethan said.
I look at him. His feature was emotionless as always but when I look at his deep dark eyes, I can remember all the things he did for me and our friendship.
"Gimme the " I burst out.
"What do you want zayn? its not the right time."
" i...I just wanna know if..if Harry is okay or not."
I huffed.
"You know it's not your fucking business anymore. I can take care of him."
" oh yeah? You sure?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look I don't wanna fight. Just wanted to know if he's ok or not."
"Yes,yes he is."and I ended the call.
I run to the upstairs to his room but in a split second I thought maybe it's better to leave him alone for a bit.
But no he wasn't okay. What if something happens. I need to talk to him and make sure he's okay now.
.....
I broke the door and rushed to the bathroom. There's blood everywhere. What the fuck is happening?
"Harry..," I pulled his head on my lap.
He's so pale.
"What did you do?" I grabbed his bleeding hand and turned off my shirt and tear it apart to stop more bleeding.
His lips are blue and his body could. I'm panicking.
What I have to do? What if he dies? No, no, he can't just leave like this, I couldn't say how much I love her and I need him in my life.
He brings out the better in me.
I wanna see his beautiful eyes again.
"Babe, please open your eyes for me? Tell me why? "
I finally proses everything and lift him up in my arms and rushed out of the door.
I promised him I'll protect him.
He can't go, not without me.
