Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Four

A/N: I love you all more than you know

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Harry texted me a little while after I sent the tweet telling them to back off.

'From: Harry

Beth, I love you so much more than you know. You're beautiful, and funny, and smart, and the most important thing in my life. I miss you more than words can explain, and I want to be there next to you right now more than anything in the world. I know it's hard, I know you're struggling to make it through the day. But I need you to ignore them. The only thing they are is jealous. Please don't take what they say to heart, because I'm the luckiest boy in the world to be able to call someone as amazing as you their own. Please, understand that you mean more to me than those nasty words ever will. I love you, Beth.'

Tears brimmed my eyes, threatening to spill over. I didn't know what to do when I saw those tweets, I knew I should ignore them, but they hurt. They hung over my head like a rain cloud, threatening to ruin my day. But, then Harry sends me this, and the sun seemed to appear.

'To: Harry

I love you so much, you're the only reason I'm still breathing. You're the only reason there's a possibility of me smiling one day. I'm in such a bad place right now, as I have been for the past seventeen years or so, but you help me to be happy, if that's possible. Thank you for always being there. I love you.'

I put down the razor that had been in my hand for the past hour. I yanked my sleeve down, glad I hadn't done it, glad I hadn't broken the promise I'd made so many people.

'From: Harry

Beth, please just know there is no one in this world who means more to me than you do. You're my world. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I miss you, sometimes I just want to fly home as soon as possible, but I can't. I have to stay here, but I just want to be home, I just want to be with you.'

I smiled, and bit my lip as I shoved the blade into the drawer. I'd been tempted all afternoon, ever since coming home from lunch to see all of the tweets. My mum wasn't home yet, but she would be soon.

'To: Harry

I'm so happy to have you, I love you. I can't wait for you to come home, only four weeks and four days.'

"Beth? Are you here?" My mum shouted from downstairs.

"Yeah," I yelled, but the sound just bounced off the bathroom walls. I quickly wiped the left over tears from my cheeks, and stood up. Smoothing my hair, I washed my hands, and went downstairs.

"Hey, how was lunch?" She asked, putting groceries away. She must've stopped at the market on the way home.

"Fine," I shrugged. "How was work?"

"It was good, it was pretty dead today," My mum slid a gallon of milk into the fridge, and I stacked cans of soup in the pantry. "So, when does Harry come home?"

"Four weeks and four days," I told her, organizing the cereal boxes.

"Are you two excited to see each other?" She asked.

"More than anything," I breathed.

"I think it's good you two each other," My mum looked me straight in the eyes.

"I love him," I mumbled.

She smiled. "I'm happy for you two."

"Thanks," I blushed.

"Are you alright?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "You seem to be in a funny mood."

"I'm just happy, that's all," I guess my mum didn't recognize the foreign, genuine happiness that filled me at that moment.