Suicidal **CURRENTLY EDITING**

Chapter 22

Songs for this chapter:

This is the Thing - Fink

Harry's POV

I take a breath as the plane lifts from t he ground and I get further away from the city of millions who couldn't stop talking about me.

Everything blew up after I snapped at that fan, and I ended up getting another talk with David. It pissed me off more and more and he had to bring up everything I messed up since I've known him like it was going to make things better.

He acted like I didn't remember doing anything at all. He asked me to stay in America with Jennifer a little longer to make sure I smiled in pictures more.

I would have stayed if he didn't ask, but left in spite of him.

The cuts on my arms were still clear as day and I regretted making them in the first place. If I somehow could have done it without all the scars, it would make things a lot easier. It was a harder than I though to keep everyone from seeing them.

My last night with Jennifer feet wrong because all I could think of what my completely naked body and how exposed my arms were. The whole time I was moving myself so my wrists were covered and didn't let her hold my hand in fear that she'd see what I did.

I was sure she knew something was up, but I woke up early the next morning to make her breakfast before I left.

I'm relieved to go home after everything that happened. Whenever my wrists itch, I'm reminded of why I cried so much and why everything hurt. Getting a few days off before going home for Christmas is time I needed alone

Cutting myself was a mistake and I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't so stressed and worried about everything. When I go home, I'll be happy again with my family and Megan will be with me. No one would have to know about it.

It was just temporary.

The flight isn't as long as I thought it would be, partly because I slept the majority of the time. We land around ten at night and the dark, rainy skies of London welcome me home.

I'm driven to my house, and quickly pile my bags inside before everything gets wet. Thanking the driver, he helps me with the last bag and pulls out of the driveway.

I close my front door behind me and lock the door, breathing in deeply.

Everything around me is comfortingly familiar and I don't bother to unpack, laying on my sofa. The soft cushions sink beneath my weight and I put a pillow under my head, resting my cheek against it.

Regardless of how long I was out on the plane, I fall asleep in seconds.

Megan's POV

I look down at Harry's last text saying he was getting on his flight and look at the time again, assuming he was home at least an hour ago.

He hasn't let me know he was in yet and he might of been sleeping, but the obsessive part of me begs to talk to him at least once before tomorrow.

I dial his number and hold my phone to my ear, dropping back on my bed.

Since Harry left for America, I had spent nearly every day with Andrew, even if it was for an hour. After our first night, he seemed happier and I was glad except for worrying that he was only happy because we were sleeping together now.

I try pushing the thought of it away, but it would probably worry me until he's with me for another month and doesn't get bored.

The phone rings a few times, and before I thought I'd get his voicemail, he picks up.