seeing with stars | h.s

•Chapter 28•

((A/N: I just love this picture.))

{Harper}

I stand up, bumping the door a little. Harry looks at the door, horrified.

"Crap." I walk to his bed to sit on it. I bring my arms around him, not caring if he hugged me back.

"Harry... Harry you ca-cant do this to yourself..." I start to cry, tears falling on his back. "... I have to help you." I back off and go into the bathroom and grab handfuls of toilet paper and run them under water from the faucet.

I enter into Harry's room, Harry is lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He looked as if the life was drained from him with tears strolling down the side of his face.

He was trembling. He was falling apart.

I take the toilet paper and gently wipe his arms. His eyes shut tightly. "Harry, what made you do this?"

I start to get overwhelmed. Harry is harming himself because if me. ME. I was the reason that he wanted to hurt himself. I made him sad, depressed, upset, lonely.

Harry doesn't respond, he just keeps his eyes closed. I remove the paper and look at his cuts. There weren't much, and luckily, they weren't deep.

I walk back into the bathroom to find the Neosporin, gauze, and some athletic tape. I squeeze some Neosporin onto the large patch of gauze.

Moving back to Harry, I hear him quietly speak up. "You're so perfect." I stick the gauze squares onto his wrists on each arm.

"I-I'm not perfect. I'm just trying to help." I take the athletics' tape and lightly wrap it around each forearm. He winces in pain.

Stop you're hurting him! "O-oh, I'm so sorry..."

"No... its fine." After that, he just lies there, listening to me wrapping his arms silently.

What do I say to him? He makes me nervous. I never thought he felt like this is the way to escape his feelings.

I lean over him and look him in his beautiful brown eyes.

"You know I deserved this..." he says.

"No! I wouldn-" he cuts me off.

"I was really starting to fall apart. You are my everything Harper, when you're not there, it makes me feel as if life itself has left me. I have no reason to be here. I'm dumb, I don't get good grades, half the time I feel like everyone hates me..." His eyes eyes dart away from mine, and I sit next to his shoulders.

"Harry..."

"You are a beautiful girl, nicer than anyone I've ever met. I just wish you can see that in yourself." He pauses and tries to lift his arm to my face.

"Oh, no, don't lift it." I move his hand back on the bed and I climb over him to his other side and lay down.

Tears are being shed by the both of us.

"I never want you to do this EVER again. You're too important." I give him a smile.

My hands shaking, "I wanted to say sorry for blaming everything on you. I was just so confu-"

"Don't worry about it." he said.

"But I worry about you." I reply.

"You don't have to, I'm fine." he closes his eyes.

No, no, youre not fine.

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