Frozen Hands [h.s.]

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Previously in Frozen Hands...

"Harry Styles, what is this and why is it in your bathroom," I stomp into the bedroom, holding the box filled with blades in my hands. His eyes widen when he sees what I am holding, but he stays silent.

"You better not be doing what I think you're doing." I say, looking at him straight in the eyes.

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HARRY'S POV

Jesus fucking Christ. Shit. Fuck.

I watch helplessly as she sits next to me, the little box still in her hand. I am speechless, I don't know what to say to defend myself. How could I be so careless and leave the box in plain sight? How could I be stupid enough to let her go to the bathroom before I put it away?

"Harry," Laurence says firmly. "Look at me."

Hesitantly, I detach my eyes from my hands, looking at her hazel eyes.

"Is this what I think it is? Blades?" She confronts me, holding up the box in the air. I nod shamefully. I still can't find the strength to open my mouth. "Why do you have a bunch of blades in your bathroom, Harry? Tell me," she pleads gently.

"I, I don't know Laur," I mumble. I don't want to tell her what I have done to myself, even though she probably figured it out by now.

"Harry... Have you been using these to harm yourself?" She asks softly. I look up at her, seeing her eyes brimmed with tears, mine getting watery as well.

"Yes," I admit quietly. I hear her suck in a deep breath.

"How many times? How many times have you used these?" she cries out. I shrug, turning around so she won't see me crying.

"How can you not know? Talk to me, please Harry," she tells me.

"I don't know! Too many times to count!" I shout at her. I am not angry at her, I am angry that she found out my secret after a few days of knowing me, when my whole entourage didn't notice in months.

"Can I... see them?" She asks quietly, biting her bottom lip. I shrug hesitantly, and stare at her while she slowly takes off my bracelets and watch. She brushes her fingers on the scars, not saying anything.

"Can you say something Laur? Please," I beg. I can't bare not knowing what is going through her mind.

"I just," she lets out a sad sigh, "I can't believe you would do this. I'm not blaming you, but I don't want to believe you would harm yourself purposely," she chokes out.. I don't really know what to do, so instead of saying something I pull her in my arms, hugging her tightly. I must've started crying, because before I know it Laurence's shirt is wet by my tears.

We hold onto each other for a few moments, silently enjoying the comfort of our embrace. When we pull away, I have to ask her something. "You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"The guys don't know about this?" she exclaims in disbelief.

"No, no one knows.. Except for you now, I guess," I mumble, scratching the back of my neck in nervousness.

"Of course I won't. But Harry... you can't continue to do this to yourself," she takes a deep breath, "what I don't understand is why? Why would you hurt yourself? You have such an amazing fan base that supports you, incredible friends from what I could see, and a family that I'm sure loves you very much. Why would you do this?" She continues, her bottom lip trembling.