Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 16

HARRYs POV

  “You’re sweet,” I said softly, moving a piece of her hair and kissing her on the forehead. Her head slide down on to my chest. I could faintly hear her snoring, and that’s when I knew I needed to make my move. I carefully pulled myself out from under her, making sure not to wake her.  I tip-toed over to her side of the bed, and opened the drawer. I covered my mouth, as I lifted one of the many razors scattered over the bottom. Dried up blood was on the edge, I felt tears rush to my eyes.  I tried blinking them away, but they started rolling down my cheeks. I grabbed the rest of the razors and closed the drawer. I tried thinking of ways to dispose them; I walked in to her bathroom to see if there was anything in there. I grabbed a towel to wrap them in.

      I untangled the towel, but stopped feeling it was damp. I looked at my now red palms confused. I dropped everything that was in my hands. Just the thought of someone doing this to themselves upset me. I carefully collected the razors and put them in the middle of the towel. I folded the towel up, making it secure so nothing would fall out. I quietly walked across the room, making my way to the door. I slowly closed it and walked down stairs.

“Whats that?” Lou asked. I gasped not expecting to be questioned by anyone.

“Just a dirty towel,” I answered calmly.

“Why did you wrap it up like that?” I ignored Lou and walked to my room.

“Night Lou,” I said closing the door. I didn’t know if I should tell the boys. I can trust Lou, but it’s not really my secret to tell. I set the towel down next to my bed, and sat down. I stared at the clock, watching the minutes go by. I only had about 6 more hours until I had to be up and at the airport. The only thing keeping me from sleeping is wondering what I could do to help her to stop. I can’t just pack up my things and move to LA. I hoped she wouldn’t flip when she realizes the razors are gone.