Paper cuts ( h.s fanfic)

The Cold Tile Floor

Harry had to leave. I was alone again. I didn't realize how different i would feel when he left. Its like my heart went with him . Oh my god. what am I saying! I just met him. He's probably just being nice. the only thing i can rely on is my food. Oh, and the pantry.

I heard my phone buzz so I went over to check it. I immediately regretted my decision. All the mean words that lit up on my phone screen made contact with my eyes, that were already filled with tears. I can't do this anymore. Its like no matter where i go, someone is there to tell me how worthless I am, how ugly I am, how fat I am. Every negative thing you can think of has probably been said to me.

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran into the bathroom and made my way towed the shower. I spotted the thing i was looking for. The only escape from pain. My razor. I made one slice for being ugly. Another for being fat. Another for being stupid. And the last one, for being born. 

Right when i made the last slice across my wrist i heard a knock on the door. And then it opened. "Hey I forgot my pho-" he stopped talking and looked down at my wrist. Harry, the only person to ever talk to me is here looking at the new cuts I've just made. He slowly bent down to where i was sitting, gently took the razor out of my hands and threw it in the trash. Once he was done he came over to me and envelope me in a big hug. I buried my head into the crook of his neck and just cried. More like sobbed.

"You hug like my friend Niall," he whispered with a little laugh at the end. I let out a small giggle. He retracted himself from the hug and went to get bandages. He put a bandage on the new cuts i had just made. He gently rubbed the old scars with his thumb, as he held onto my wrist. "How long?" he asked me. "How long have you been doing this?" he finished. 

I looked at him with tears in my eyes and replied, "Three years"

I was 18 now. I have been doing this since i was 15 years old. It was like an escape. It took away all the pain i was feeling.

"Why?" he asked me. I could see his eyes were tearing up a bit. "Because no one was there. Iy was my only escape. When i would get upset, I would always go to my Dad for help, but now he's gone so the only thing i could go to was the razor," I was bawling now. he wrapped me in his arms again and my head went right back into the crook of his neck.

We just sat there in each others arms not saying a word. It was peaceful, like all my troubles had just disappeared. "Stay," I whispered in his ear, as if he'd disappear at any given moment.

"I'll never leave," He whispered back.