It's Gotta Be You

Chapter 30 Wrists Like Paper

Chapter 30 Wrists Like Paper

*Harry’s Point of View*

I’ve been holed up in my room for the past two days, I just lost the best thing that’s ever happened to me, she’ll never take me back but I’m going to do everything in my power to get her to love me again even if it’s the last thing I do. If it is the last thing I do at least I would die a happy man. I need to figure out a way to get her to forgive me, but how? I could write her a song that could work right? I would do anything to get her back; I can’t bear to think that she could’ve moved on. I know that I don’t deserve her but I can’t help but want her to be mine all mine. I will love her to the day I die I have always loved her. As they say, if you love someone let them go but if they come back never let go because it was meant to be. So far I’ve let her go twice well I’m not letting her go this time. I picked up a pen from the corner of my desk and my eyes wandered to a picture of Abby and I, it was a photo of when we were five and she dared me to kiss her, I accepted of course but she went running before I could get her, I finally caught her and gave her a kiss, her mum had snapped the pic while my mum was video tapping it. Tears welled up once more as I thought of her, she was my first kiss, and I hers. I looked over to some of the pother photos I had laying around, they were of us growing up each of them holding significant importance to me, I didn’t know if Abby thought they were this important but I know I do. I chocked down the tears and began to try and write the first line but nothing came to mind, I gave up and decided to turn on the radio, Taylor Swift’s Mary’s song was on,

“Take me back to the house in the backyard trees

Said you'd beat me up... you were bigger than me

You never did, you never did

Take me back when our world was one big lie

I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

Just two kids, you and I

Oh, my my my my,” This song fits Abby and I perfectly, I can’t sit around and not try to get her back, I need her.

*Abby’s Point of View*

I can’t seem to stop cutting it’s become my pain killer, I can’t stop I just can’t it’s only been two days and I already have numerous cuts decorating my wrists, I miss Harry so much, but I bet he’s already moved on, I couldn’t help myself I picked up the razor and made more cuts on my other wrist, I was now crying uncontrollably, I didn’t do this the first time he did this but I had come close, Abigail caught me trying to. But this time she isn’t here to stop me, I know that I shouldn’t be crying over him but I can’t help it he’s my everything, I need him, he’s like a drug I can’t get enough of him, I need him so bad that I’m willing to do anything for him. But he doesn’t feel the same way. I felt dizzy as the number of cuts grew, just as I was about to reach my breaking point, the point of blacking out, I heard a knock on the door, I decided to inore it and keep doing what I need to do.

*Harry’s Point of View*

I was pacing outside her door, maybe she wasn’t home but just as I was passing her door again I heard sobbing coming from inside her flat, I knew it was Abby, something told me that something was wrong, something worse than a broken heart, I need to know what was happening in there. I knocked a few more time before I decided it was time to get in the more forceful way. I found a a pin lying on the floor a few doors down and decided to pick the lock, when I finally got it I saw something that I prayed every single night that I would never see again…