TATTOOED -h.s.

Chapter 45

A/N: Short author's note before the chapter starts. As heartbreaking as it is...Yes, this is the last and final chapter of Tattooed. I'm honestly crying right now, but this book has been part of my life for almost two whole years and it's so painful to have to end it, but here it is...

Songs for this chapter: One Last Night by Vault, Last Kiss by Taylor Swift, and All I Want by Kodaline

"Get the fuck out of my face!" I flinched at his harsh tone. I looked at him like he was a complete stranger. Did something happen that I didn't know about? The only thing I found myself doing was backing away from him, making my way back to the car where Zayn waited for me. I decided to stay at a hotel for the night and I'll decide if I should go back home in the morning. I called Anne and told her what happened, she insisted that I came back to the house with her, but I couldn't find a reason to do so.

Sarah's P.O.V
"Sarah please, I've never handled one of his nightmares. He's going to hurt himself, I don't know what to do." Anne panicked through the phone as I heard his distant screams in the background. My mind immediately flashed back to the time I was talking to Lauren.

"He told me it's because I'm the only one that doesn't make him feel alone, he says I make him feel safe and loved. So sometimes when I'm not there for him, or he knows I'm mad at him, or he thinks that I hate him, or when something bad happens to me, those times there is a slight chance that he'll have one. But I'm only telling you these things only because I trust you, and honestly, this one that you just seen was nothing compared to others that I've dealt with, but no matter what I'll always be there for him. Even if we haven't spoken for years or I moved a million miles away, I would still go to him and help him. It's not his fault, ya know? I just want him to know that I'll always love him and his flaws...even if we ever hate each other in the future, he will always be part of me."

I was defeated, I can't break that stupid promise. "I'm on my way." I sighed.

"He woke up literally 5 minutes before you walked in the door." Anne placed her hand on my shoulder, almost as if she was apologizing for making me come here. "Since he's okay, I should get going." I forced a smile before turning around. "Sarah please," her voice was hurt, stopping me in my tracks. "Talk to him." I turned around to face her. "I don't..." "I'm begging you." she held her hands together, pleading. "Sar?" My eyes shot to the staircase he was walking down. He seemed shocked, as his broad shoulder's bounced with each step he took. I felt the tears sting at my eyes, looking down to blink them away, debating on if I should run out the door at this very moment. "What are you doing here?" I couldn't figure out the emotion in his voice.

Harry's P.O.V
"I uh, I just came here to get my things so I can leave tomorrow morning." she stumbled with her words, unable to even look in my direction. I gestured up the stairs before turning around and following my previous path to the room, her footsteps were hesitant behind mine.

I shouldn't be with Sarah, I don't deserve to be. She was all the good I ever had and I repaid her by breaking her heart, what is wrong with me?

I watched how her eyes began to fill with the tears she seemed to be holding in. Oh no, no, no. I fought the urge to reach out and touch her, pull her to my hollow chest and hug her tightly. I wanted to make sure she knew I loved her and always would. I wanted to apologize for everything, but I didn't deserve the forgiveness. "Harry?" her voice sounded hurt, quiet, tentative. "Yeah?" I opened the door and she followed me into the room. She noticed my eyes on her as she stood there and with the lowest murmur she spoke, "Why won't you touch me?"

Sarah's P.O.V
It irked me how he managed to avoid touching me. It was one of the many things I noticed, but that was the specific thing that was upsetting me. His eyes left mine and he continued to walk, completely ignoring my question. His ignorance was the least of my worries, when my fucking heart was ripped out, laying bleeding on the floor. Now it was his gaze that became distant. When he opened the door for me, he made sure we didn't touch and that hurt. That hurt more than anything possibly could, the absence of him when I needed him the most. I wanted to hate him but I couldn't...he was so fucking perfect to me. He turned to me with a sour smile on his beautifully formed face. His eyes grew wild and his breathing grew heavier. "I'm no fucking good for you." His eyes held overwhelming sadness and the heart-crumbling truth. I couldn't form the words to tell him that he was the best thing to ever happen to me. Maybe this was his way of telling me I was no good for him, that sounds more believable.