Please Let Me In (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

----------- Alice's perspective -----------

I woke up when the sunlight hit my eyes. It was a cold morning, a little bit cloudy but still the sunlight could peek. I don't know how I reached my bed or at what time I fall asleep but I knew that didn't matter right now. It was nearly 6 am and I knew I had school in two hours. I just buried my face on my pillow. I didn't want to wake up, I didn't want to face another day. I couldn't because I was just too weak. The other day I tried to be brave but that just turned things worse. I turned my head as raised my arm. I could see the blood had dried but red marks were there. I couldn't remember how many did I do but guessing for the marks I've made 6. Six new marks. Six marks of me being a looser, six more to cover the pain. I'm glad I didn't stop at 4. I was about to stop but I just couldn't. That was something you should know.

It's like an addiction. You just can't know how many do you need to feel good, you just keep doing it and again and again and again. There's is nothing that can stop you and that's the tragic truth.

"No one's there to stop me" I said while I could feel a tear streaming down my cheek. I closed my eyes, waiting for me to just fall asleep again. I really love to sleep because sleep make you forget things just for a while. It just disconnects you from the real world to your own safety place where no one can touch you, where no one can harm you, where no one can make you feel bad. I wanted to stay like this forever.

Just fall asleep and never wake up.

----------- Harry's perspective ----------

As soon as my alarm clock buzzed, I woke up with a groan. Oh how I hated mornings.

This was going to be my second day on school and I still didn't feel ok. I knew I had to do plenty of things before I could feel myself in. The problem was I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I hated that feeling. The feeling when you just don't know something. Every time I tried to discover what was wrong, again, I felt out of place. Probably was the "new kid" feeling. I was just so confused.

I took a bath and tried to process my thoughts. After I was finished, I wrapped a towel around my waist and started to search for something to wear. Last night during dinner, I heard that it was going to be cold outside till noon. I took that in mind and grabbed a blue t shirt, dark blue jeans and my white Converse. My jacket was on the kitchen so I could grab it on my way. I ruffled my wet hair and went to the bathroom. I looked myself in the mirror. I started to look my hair, my eyes, my face, almost everything. Sometimes I do that and yeah I know it's pretty awkward. I shook my head and smiled and walked out of the door to make my way towards the kitchen.

I could hear my mom already making breakfast and the small TV turned on. The kitchen was not very big but it was quite comfortable. On the middle was this round wood made table. It seemed small but my sister, my mum, my step dad and me could fit perfectly well.

"Good morning mum" I said while placing my backpack that I grabbed outside in the hall while walking towards here and then taking a seat on a chair.

My mum turned around with a smile. That is one thing that I liked about my mum. Her smile was so warm and caring. Everything I felt bad when I was a kid, all she had to do was smile to me and tell me everything was going to be ok. I believed her and few moments later I started to feel better. I don't know how she does it.

"Good morning Harry" she said "Plans for today honey?"

"Actually yes, my English teacher wants me to do this story assignment and I have to do some research so I'm going to stay in the school library for supper is that ok?" I said.

My mum nodded and walked towards the table with a plate on her bad and place it softly on the table.

"Of course you can Harry"