Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Seven

 A/N: Happy Almost June! Cannot believe we're halfway through 2013!Also. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 200K+ READS ON PERFECTION!!!! AND 11K+ ON FLAWS! I love you all so much, thank you for everything! This sounds like some sort of deranged acceptance speech, but, for real, thank you for all of your lovely comments and messages. Love you xoxox

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*Beth's Point Of View*

After I was fully calmed down and confident I could stand upright, I pulled on my shoes.

"Where're you going?" Harry hummed in my ear. He hadn't left my side since my panic attack, and I was greatful for that.

"Taking a walk," I said quietly as I slid my phone into my pocket and snatched a room key from the night table.

"Want me to come?" He asked.

I shook my head. "I'll be alright, I just need some air." I pecked him on the cheek, promising to be back later. I went to the elevator and out the lobby doors, thankful it was still early enough in the day that there weren't any screaming girls here.

The rain had temporarily ceased, but it was still clouded over and the air had a distinct smell that I could only describe as rain. I crossed my arms over my chest, for the breeze was cool. I pulled my phone out, not exactly knowing who to call. I needed to talk to someone, and I couldn't talk to Harry or my mum, and Mike was out of the question, so I called Leah. 

She picked up after a few rings. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," I murmured, picking at a loose string on my shorts I'd changed into as I walked.

"Hey, how's Paris?" Leah asked. She sounded tired, but happy to talk to me.

"Lovely, really beautiful," I told her.

"And how's Harry?" Leah cleared her throat. Leah hadn't ever met Harry, but she obviously knew who he was, other than my boyfriend, of course. She thought it was cool I was dating a celebrity, but Leah wasn't a fangirl. She was more into indie rock music, and didn't know much about pop, other than a few of the popular artists.

"He's great, we're having a good time, I guess, just happy to be together again."

"And how are you?" She asked finally. Leah must've sensed something was wrong.

I looked both ways before crossing the street. "Fine, I guess."

"What's wrong, Beth?"

"It's just," I sighed. "I woke up in an amazing mood, so happy just to be waking up next to Harry. Then we started talking, and I had an anxiety attack, and my mood just... dropped."

"Have you been moody since you got there?" She asked.

"I mean, of course," I shook my head, looking around to make sure no paps were eavesdropping on our conversation. "I'm bipolar, it's to be expected, right? I just needed someone to talk to."

"I get it," Leah agreed. 

"So how have you been?" I changed the subject.

"Okay," She mumbled, suddenly not wanting to talk anymore.

"What's up?" I sighed.

"I haven't eaten... in a while." She confessed. "And I cut last night... It was deep."

"Leah," I began. "I thought you were trying to stay clean."

"I am, I just couldn't help it." She sighed. 

"How deep?" I lowered my voice. 

"It didn't stop bleeding for a while." Leah said quietly. "I didn't know if it was going to stop at all."