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Alice's POV»
I practically skipped down the stairs and down the hallway to the bathroom. Harry had just asked me to be his! And Damn! He was a great kisser!
But when I got into the bathroom and looked in the mirror it hit me. Why? Why would Harry like me? He's Harry Fucking Styles! and I'm a lost, broken, scarred girl. I'm not good enough for him. I'm not good enough for anyone really. I can't do this. I'll just screw something up. Like Harry's career, or his reputation, or... or just everything.
I start to cry. God, I'm stupid. Without even thinking I reach up to the mirror and push on it so it opens to reveal a cupboard. I reach for the band-aid box, but I don't pull out a band-aid. I pull out a shiny steel razor blade.
I turn on the shower so he won't hear me, and I bring the blade to my skin a couple of centimeters away from yesterday's cuts. I let the blade dig in as far as it wants, it'
s like it has a mind of its own, and it really loves blood. I give myself five slashes. I really like the number 5. I think that's enough.
I watch blood slide it's way down my arm and I almost smile just because I know I'm done, and I'm happy it's hurts. I strip and climb in the shower. As I wash my hair some shampoo washes over my scars.
"OW!! HOLY FUCK!!!" my arm feel like it's been lit on fire! I manage to knock over some soap bottles in my fit. I slam the shower knob off and pick up all the bottles in a hurry. I jump out of the shower and run cold water from the sink over my arm. I don't cry. I deserve this. I deserve this for what I did to myself and for not being good enough.
I peek out of the bathroom door, wrapped in my towel, and seeing Harry's not anywhere, I dash into my room. There, I put on long sleeved pajamas. He doesn't need to know this happened. Then I finally go back upstairs to see Harry.
Harry's POV» while Alice is in the shower.
I settle down in the living room and eat, watching some kids cartoon that was on when I turned the TV on. I finish my pancakes and Alice isn't up yet so I look for something to do. I realize I haven't had my phone since I got here hours ago. I must have left it in my car.
I decide to call Liam, as I'm sure he'll be the most understanding and calm one to talk to. The phone rings once but then Liam is instantly on the other side.
"HARRY! Where are you? We've all been calling you. Paul is having a major heart attack. Why haven't you picked up? You've been gone all day! When are you coming back? You are coming back, right? Are you with anyone? Have you been kidnapped? What's your address? I'll call someone! Where are you?" Liam bombarded me with frantic questions, and I decide to stay in my car and talk this one out.
"Liam, calm the hell down. I'm fine, I'm not sure where I am, I'll be sure to ask, I am with someone, I have not been kidnapped, don't call anyone, tell Paul I'm sorry, you don't need the address, and I'll try to be back some time tomorrow, but I'll be bringing someone with me to meet you." I say before he can get another word in.
"Harry, you have to get back now, before Paul decides to kill you!"
"I'll be back tomorrow or the next day. I'm not leaving. Now give your phone to Louis and tell him if he freaks out I'll hang up."
"Maybe Louis can talk some sense into you."
"Harry, are you alright?" Louis's voice is calm but you can tell he's on the verge of freaking out.
"I'm fine Louis. I'll be back soon, but I have to stay for a bit. It's important, and since your my best friend I'm going to need you to trust me."
