First Cut Is The Deepest (One Direction - mainly Harry Styles)

Chapter 3

About fiveish, Liam left. I knew that Harry would probably crash at Louis', I just laid in bed thinking. I was numb to the pain in my arm, although that could have been the painkillers that Liam had made me take before he left. I grabbed my phone and opened up the twitter app, clicking on my mentions I saw a tweet from Zayn, it was in reply to a tweet that Harry had tweeted. Harry had tweeted. It said: Great night out with the lads! Zayns tweet back was: Shouldn't you be home with the misses? ;)x and tagged me in it. I sighed and was about to chuck my phone back on the bed when something caught my eye. A tweet that a fan had tagged me in. 'Guys. I don't know about you but it rather than with his girlfriend. What are your thoughts?' I clicked on her profile and saw that she has 200,784 followers. I saw that people had replied to her tweet, saying that they agree. A couple saying that I didn't deserve him. Maybe I didn't. I chucked seems like Harry is spending an awful lot of time out with the lads my phone down and sighed. It was like after our fight last night, everything was different now. At 6am, I mopped the floor again, with Dettol mixed with water to try and make the stench of bleach go away. After that, I went round and tidied up the house and did all the work for the next couple days. After all that, it was seven am and I went back up to the bathroom and turned the shower on, sticking my arm out the shower curtain wrapped in a plastic bag, so that water wouldn't get on the bandage. Let me tell you, washing your hair one handed was not an easy task. I quickly got dressed in shorts, converses and a long sleeve Rolling Stones top. I stuck my hair in a messy bun and grabbed a pot of white nail varnish and sat down at the kitchen table after heating up some crumpets. After I finished painting my nails, my phone started ringing with the ID saying Eleanor.  

"Morning!" I chirped down the phone, I didn't honestly know how I was so happy.  

"Heya! Umm, so I was wondering, I kinda felt like we all needed a big catch up. So..." 

"You wanna have a film day here like usual?" I finished off for her.  

"YES! Thank you so much! Can I bring everyone round for twelveish?"  

"Course. Umm Ells, is Harry there?" 

"Yeah" She whispered softly, like she was really sorry.  

"It's fin-" She cut me off. 

"It isn't fine, he should be there" 

"Just make sure that he is with you when you come round at twelve. I'll tell Liam and Danielle. You tell Zayn and Perrie. And I'll also tell Niall" I smiled even though she couldn't see me.  

"Sounds like a plan. And thanks. We'll bring food" She sung into the phone and laughed before hanging up. I chuckled and glanced at the time. Half eight. I wasn't an amazing cook, but they would know that something was up if I wasn't overly prepared like I normally was. My mum had taught me how to make leak and potato soup. Plus, I would have to cut up the vegetables with a sharp knife which would give me an excuse for the cut. That I would bet fifty quid on, Zayn would notice first. I grabbed my phone and sent a message to Liam, Danielle and Niall: 'Hey! Mine for 12. Film day. Bring food and films. Much love, me ;) xxx' after that, soup was the only thing that filled my head. I stuck The Rolling Stones on, incredibly loudly may I point out and started singing at the top of my lungs, rocking out by myself. I heard a deep throaty chuckle behind me. Harry. I froze and spun around and saw him standing there, in the doorway to the living room, laughing. Something I hadn't seen him do properly in a couple months. I looked at the floor sheepishly, even though he had made me cut, I still felt bad about what I had said to him.  

"Harry" I muttered. 

"Angel" That was also something that he hadn't called me in months. Why did I care? What were Harry and I now? I was faintly aware of The Rolling Stones still on in the background but it sounded quieter to me, like I was plunged in deep water and could only hear the muffled sounds of it. I looked at the floor and blushed; what was I supposed to say?  

"Sshh" he whispered and came closer and enclosed his hands round my wrists, it took everything in me to not hiss slightly in pain.  

"What's wrong?" He asked; looking genuinely concerned.  

"Nothing! I umm cut myself - knife when chopping the veg earlier" it surprised me how easily I lied to him, maybe that came with cutting. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah - just hurts a little" I poked my tongue out at him and he chuckled. Wild Horses started playing and Harry started swaying round the room with me. It was like when we first started dating and Harry and I would dance all the time; I missed that. I missed him. Part of me wanted to ask him to explain what we were but a bigger part of me just wanted to go with the moment.