You're my Kryptonite | H.S

♪ 34 - Does he know? ♪

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Mackenzie's POV

I tug my shirt over and over, wondering if I should observe my scars which I had gotten from having a buckets rough handle scrape against my back.

I walk towards the mirror, gazing at myself in the mirror. Finally, I make my decision and pull off my shirt, turning around.

I move my head and look into the mirror, seeing atwo scars crossing each others paths, like a two transversal lines.

The scars are still fresh and red, seeing as the injuries only came to me a day ago. Of course, injuries don't fade away in a snap of a finger, they take time.

But with this injury; a huge scar covering almost all of my back …

Let's just say, this scar is going to last a long time.

Sighing, I put on the same shirt I was wearing a while ago, a baggy and plain white shirt, and head for the bathroom.

From my room, I hear my cellphone ringing. I ignore it, deciding to brush my teeth.

After two minutes, I step out into my room only to find a familiar face sitting atop my bed.

"Noelle!" I screech.

"Mackenzie!" she screams, lunging at me.

I fall hard on my butt, her on top of me. We break away from our painful embrace and get up, soon after flopping down onto my bed.

"Sis, why didn't you tell me you were lounging around with our dick head of a brother?" she demands to know.

Well, she really doesn't have an off switch once she starts to curse, so yeah …

But she's still a really sweet and compassionate person, while being a real pain in the ass.

"Bitch, I got a new phone, so I forgot to add you!" I complain.

"Let me guess …" she sits up, her hands under her chin as she smirks at me. "The first person you added was none other than your first ever boyfriend: Harry Styles?"

I blush and nod. Yeah, okay, blame me for being truly, madly, deeply in love, but he was the one who got me the phone, obviously I'd add his name first.

"So, how's your relationship with him going so far?" she questions.

"Why are you trying to pry everything out of me!?" I snap at her, making her flinch.

I frown and look away, glancing at my phone. I grab it and check for any texts from Harry.

0. He hasn't texted me since our little argument and controversy. Great, he's mad at me!

I groan and let my body fall to the bed. I yank the blankets over my head and start to send a text to Harry.
Then I hear my bedroom door open, then close again. I pull the sheets down to see Noelle is nowhere to be seen. Sighing, I pull the sheets back up and think up a little apology note.

Just then, Harry texts me instead.

Love, are you angry with me? I don't know what I did wrong though, I just wanted to know what was keeping you in a mood. Sorry for trying to pry when you were upset, I'm so sorry! - Harry

I smile, but then he sends another text, making my smile fade.

If you're okay now, wanna talk about yesterday over Skype, or a call? Please tell me what's wrong, I'm here for you! - Harry

Yes, I know pushing Harry away was totally wrong, but I just couldn't bring myself to share my dreadful experience with him. It's too painful for me.

Maybe some other time.

Or … maybe never at all.

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As I was engrossed in a long game of Scrabble with my two siblings and Crystal, my phone started to vibrate in my pocket.

I groan as I swing my legs off the sofa and step out onto the patio. When I read the caller ID, I almost jump out of my pants.

I remember seeing this number (by accident) on Harry's phone. But he just glared that time and disconnected it. He just said he didn't want to waste a second without me, and I believed him. But now, I'll finally know what he's been keeping from me.

I just don't know if I want to clash with it. Or should I say, them?

Who is this person that he refuses to talk to?

"Hello, this is Mackenzie." I introduce myself, instantly regretting it later on when I hear the voice of the person on the other line.

"So, you're Mackenzie!" a female voice croons, sending tingles all the way down to my spine. "Harry's girlfriend, right? Nice to finally have a proper coversation with you!"

"Nadine." I growl. "How do you even have my number?!"

"Oh, honey! Please, money can buy almost anything!" she replies, giggling in a seriously annoying and bitchy/slutty manner. "Including private information."

I grumble something inaudible as she continues her conversation.

"So, I have a proposition for you." she continues.

I gulp, beads of sweat rolling down my brow. "W-which i-is?"

"Stay away from Harry!" she screams, causing me to flinch. "He's mine, and I will not let anyone else have him! And trust me, I'm not alone in this mission."

Why do those words sound so familiar to me?

Then, she disconnects the call before I have a chance to interceed. Fuck that bitch!

I groan out of frustration and run towards our driveway. There, I see a brand new car, who belongs to no one, as I doubt Lucas got a new car, and last I checked; Noelle swore never to land her ass on the driver's seat.

As I went closer, I spotted a note sitting atop the car. I picked it up and observed the writing on it.

For you, Mackenzie. I love you dearly! From: your one and only; Hazza. P.S, you might wanna learn how to drive first! ^-^

There and then, I crouched down and squeezed the note tightly against my chest, letting tear drops stream down my face.

"Makenzie."

That voice startles me as I choke a sob and quickly wipe away the tears gathered on my pathetic face. Getting up, I turn around to find my sister, Noelle, standing with a deadly serious look in her eyes.

"All that's been happening to you …" she mutters. "First, Will harassing you, and now, Nadine blackmailing you …"

How does she even know about all this? Unless … wait, how would Lucas know? Or … gosh, who is her source!?

She takes a few steps closer to me, her face blending into a serious yet utterly dismal sight.

"Does Harry know about all that's happening to you?"

I choke back another sob and just avert my gaze to the ground. She steps closer to me and I can see her shoes.

I steal a glance at her to see that her arms are now on my shoulders. She slightly shakes me and I finally look at her properly.

"Honey, tell me!" she whispers/screams. "Does he know?"

I hesitate to tell her, but I need to get this heavy burden … this … excruciating pain, off my chest. So, I take in deep breaths, and tell her my answer.

"No." I admit. "He doesn't know."

Letting out a heavy sigh, I add. "And I'm not going to tell him. Not yet."