Chapter 20
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I rubbed my eyes in utter doubt, praying that it wasn't him. It can't be him.
He loves me, right?
I was at a loss of words, my mind begged him to stop or realize I was there but nothing happened. He didn't even flinch. I cried and cried.
I managed enough strength to find a back door and I ran to Harry's car, takin out a notepad and writing a quick and bitter message:
'You can take the girl from the bathroom to Hawaii. We're done.' I wrote and put it on the dashboard.
I got out of the car and found Kim's car and her keys where there in the glove box. I hastily drove out of the parking lot and sped down the road. My vision blurred and I couldn't see very well so I had to lean forward and concentrate on the road in order to stop an accident from happening. Soon enough, I found my way back home.
Luckily, my parents and brother where still at the party. I went into my room and cried for a long time rocking myself back in forth in attempt to calm myself down, but we know that wouldn't happen soon.
So I just dragged myself to bathroom to take a long but needed shower to just clear my mind.
The water was cold but I just stood there and thought about what just happened. I thought about what harry had done and how wimpy and useless I felt. I wanted to feel stronger and most importantly, I wanted the pain to go away. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I grabbed my razor with a shaky hand and stared at it sharp blades. I couldn't cut my wrists because of obvious reasons so I did the only other place I could think of.
My thighs.
I slowly and deeply raked the razor blades over my skin until the skin broke and blood poured out from the exposed skin. I repeated the action multiple times until the water underneath my feet was tinted pink from the blood. I didn't care. I just kept the process going.
Once I felt like the deed had been done, I turned off the shower and grabbed my robe. I slowly slid to the floor, suddenly feeling lightheaded.
Someone started bagging on the door and I realized blood was everywhere and some had seeped under the door. They yelled something but I didn't listen. I was almost gone, I could feel myself slipping away. The door nearly smashed open and my eyelids felt like weights.
I was slipping away when the door smashed open and the last thing I saw was-
Harry's POV
I had a few drinks and a girl walked up to the bar. She ordered a drink and sat next to me
"Hi, you must be Harry" she smiled
"The one and only" I smirked.
"Where's Alyssa?" She asked
"With her friends probably" I said
We talked more and more and I had more drinks. Eventually we were making out in the bathroom, my brain wasn't working and I wasn't thinking, I almost didn't notice when someone walked in. Eventually I heard a door slam and I looked over and a few seconds later Kim walked in.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!" She screamed. I didn't answer. I was frozen in place as my brain started clicking together, what the hell am I doing?!
I love Alyssa. Why am I making out with This girl? What? What's wrong with me?
Alyssa. She was the one who walked in. Oh god. What have I done?
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Fanfictionthe boys have started a new tour which causes alyssa and harry to break up. but is it really the end? bones can be fixed, but can a heart?