Heart Headlock (A Liam Payne FanFiction)

Chapter: 18 - "What did you do?"

Jasmine's P.O.V:

Aggravating ringing echoed my ears. My cue to get up. I pulled my arm from under the warm duvet and struggled for my phone on the night stand. Once my finger tips reached the edge I snatched it at pulled it towards my face. My eyes squinted from the blinding light until my eyes adjust and I turned the annoying alarm off, feeling relief after. I read the time, feeling even more exhausted than I was seconds ago. 5:30 a.m. I groaned to myself as the sunrise light peeked through the curtain slit. Soft skin came upon mine and climbed over my waist. I smiled softly to myself as Harry wrapped his warm arm around my upper body.

"Morning." His groggy tone spread a even bigger smile across my face.

I replied happily yet tiresome, "Morning," I moved under the sheets, turning to face Harry as I groaned, "Ugh, I don't wanna go to school." His large hand climbed up behind my back and softly forced me closer to him.

"Then don't go. Stay here, with me." The small sunlight gave me access to see Harry's green orbs, more refreshed and brighter than yesterday.

I sighed, "I can't. I have to go." He slid his head closer to mine to lean in and push his lips against mine. Before he succeeded i screeched, "Ah, ah, morning breath."

"Aw babe, I don't care. Com'on" I chucked softly at his childish tone and gave in to his whine and pushed my lips toward his.

"Happy?" I questioned sarcastically, pushing the grey comforter off my body. 

He pushed himself up and lent his back against the headboard. "Yes."

I giggled as I pulled my feet from the covers, feeling the cold air hit my warm skin and stood up. The soft cream carpet under my toes warmed me slightly as I dragged my feet across the room to the light switch. Once I switched the light on I flexed my arms and yawned, not very conscious of Harry's shirt rising on me or that my mouth was wide open.

"Jasmine, what is that?" He pointed out something on my body. I wasn't sure was he was seeing.

"What?" I looked on my arms and the front of his shirt. He pulled the sheets of him and stood up.

"On your thigh." I looked down on my thighs finding my scar showing. Shit.

"Oh! Uh, its n-nothing." I reassured, covering it back with shirt. He walked over to me, bent down, and rose the tee just high enough to see the scar.

"What happened?" He rubbed his thumb against the huge mark then pulled his head up to look at me. "Childhood memory? Or was this recent?"

"Really, Harry I-its nothing." I lied. I didn't know how he would react if I told him the truth. I didn't want him to feel pity for me.

He stated, "For as little as I've known you, I can tell when you're lying and right now, you are." I attempted to back away but he held the back of my thighs in his hands. "Is it, part of the secret?"

"No, no. Its just-" I sighed. He rubbed his hands up and down on the back of my thighs in a reassuring way.

"Wait, Jasmine, did you do this?" He uttered. I stayed silent, speechless, unsure if I should say yes or no or even answer for that matter. "Do you . . . cut?" I wasn't going to cry. As much as I wanted to, I didn't. I had cried enough yesterday. I also still wasn't very sure if I should answer. If I do say yes, what effect will it cause in our relationship? I stayed still mute, looking down to Harry's anxious eyes. "Jasmine, you can tell me. You can tell me anything." I felt and ease again at his comforting gestures, my feelings for him growing by the second. I nodded my head slowly. He rose the shirt again, examining it for the second time.