TW: self harm // Era: fetus
Y/n's Pov
My boyfriend Harry has been different recently. He's more closed off and distant. He doesn't talk as much anymore. He doesn't tell me much of anything going on in his life now. He used to tell me everything that happened in his day and now he always tells me his day was okay. It doesn't seem genuine though.
So that's why I'm walking up the stairs to his bedroom, going to talk to him. His sister, Gemma had let me in.
I get to his bedroom door and softly knock, letting myself in.
"Harry?" I ask, shutting the door behind me.
I look around his room, not seeing him. I then see his bathroom door shut. I walk up to it and softly knock once again. I hear sniffles from behind the door, "w-who is it," he stutters.
"Y/n. Baby, are you okay?" I reply.
A sob leaves his mouth and I'm immediately opening the door. Once the door flies open, I see Harry sitting against the tub with a towel stuffed to his face so his cries won't be heard. My heart broke.
I rush towards his body and bring him to my chest. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and put my hand in his hair to massage his scalp.
"It's okay baby. You're okay," I promise.
"I-I'm s-so sorr-sorry" he hiccups between his sobs.
"For what?" I ask.
I bring his head out from my chest and look in his teary, red eyes. I wipe his running tears as insecurity overcomes his eyes. More tears escape his eyes. He looks down at his arms draped in front of his body. My eyes follow his. He flips them over so his wrists are shown. My heart drops.
Blood is covering his wrists and forearms. Underneath I can see the cuts. The cuts that litter his wrists. His skin. His beautiful, soft, perfect skin.
I don't realize I'm crying until tears are dropping onto his skin, spattering some of the blood.
"B-baby. Why," I ask looking back in his eyes, tears now streaming down the both of our faces.
"M-my pa-parent-s," he stutters, more tears and sobs leaving his body.
My heart broke even more. His parents are his reason for harming himself. "I-I'm so sorry baby," I say to him. I bring him into my chest once again, crying into his hair.
We both continue to cry into each other's arms.
"How long," I whisper to him.
"Five months," he whispers in shame.
Five whole months of him harming himself and nobody knew. How could I be so selfish to not notice he was in pain?
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't even know," I say in my own pain.
"It's not your fault at all. Don't think because you didn't know that it was your fault. Please don't think that," he says urgently.
"But how could I not notice? Baby, you were doing this for five months and I didn't notice a thing," I reply, my tears falling into his hair and onto his scalp.
"I didn't tell anyone baby. You didn't know, and that's okay. It's my fault. Don't blame yourself," he says.
We both stay quiet for about ten minutes.
"Let's go to bed," I whisper in his ear, kissing the shell of it after.
"Okay," his voice is so quiet.
We both get up from the bathroom floor and make our way back into his room and we both lay down under the covers, once again, going into each other's arms.
"I promise I'll do everything I can to help you get through this. I am so sorry you have to go through this but I'm going to try my damn hardest," I say to him.
More tears stream down his cheeks, "I love you so much baby. Thank you," he replies.
"I love you more," I completely disregard the thank you. He should never thank me for being a decent human. "You'll be alright."
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