From No One to "His" New One (Harry Fanfic)

Chapter 20 *Harrys POV*

I just watched as Eliza began to walk torwards her house after our fight. I couldnt lose her, but she had told me not to follow. I had to get her back. Had to.

As soon as her figure dissapeared around the corner I went back into the house and up to my room. Laying down on my bed, I let the tears that had been pooling in my eyes fall down my cheeks.

I was so stupid, getting mad like that. She couldnt control herself, it was almost a mental illness. No, it IS a mental illness. I sighed.

Rolling over onto my side I looked at the clock. 1:15. My mum would be home in 45 minutes, and I knew she would want to know what was wrong. I wanted to sleep, but I also didn't want to.

Suddenly the evil voice that lived in my head came back. 'Youre so stupid.' It repeated, over and over again.

Still crying I sat up, going over to my dresser where I opened the top drawer. I took out and opened a box from a watch I had gotten a few years ago at Christmas. Inspecting the shiny silver blades inside, I chose the one I knew was the sharpest and closed the box, setting it on the end of my bed for now.

Walking over to my door, I locked it, then double checked to make sure it was locked before sitting on my heels in the middle of my floor. I rolled up my sleeve and looked at the 3 healing cuts I had made a few days ago before moving my hand with the blade farther down my arm, torwards my wrist.

Slowly, I pushed the blade into my skin and drug it across my arm, watching the dark red blood appear in a line. I began to repeat this over and over again, each time the voice saying 'youre a screw up', until the entire lower half of my arm was covered in blood.

Satified, I set the blade down on the floor next to me and watched my arm bleed for a few minutes, the cuts already starting to sting. When I looked back at the clock it was 1:45. My eyes widened in panic as I realized how soon my mum would be home. She couldnt get in my room cause the door was locked, but she would definetly know something was wrong.

Quickly standing up, I placed the blade back in the watch box and put it back in the back of my drawer, under some socks. Then I grabbed a few tissues and wiped off my arm, wrapping the red-stained ones in a few clean white ones and dropped it in the bin. Lastly, I rolled my sleeve back down and unlocked my bedroom door, laying on my bed right as I heard the front door open.

I realized my mum didnt know I was home, so I ran a hand through my hair, making it all messed up and began to slowly walk down the stairs as if I was sick. When I got to the kitchen, my mum jumped a little, suprised I was home.

"Harry what are you doing home? Are you sick?" She asked, quickly walking over to me and placing a hand on my forehead.

"Think so." I mumbled quietly.

"You do feel a bit clammy. Go back to bed, I'll make you some tea." Mum demanded and I nodded, slowly heading back up the stairs, except this time I didnt have to fake it.

I really did feel sick because I had lost Eliza. I finally got her, and then I lost her.