Last First Kiss (One Direction FanFiction)

Promise Me

Hi my AMAZING readers, I love your comments, votes and reads! Truly they mean A LOT to me!! :) As I continue writing this story I feel as if I need to inform you guys that this is not in any way a true story!!!!! If it does hurt your feelings then please don't read it because I in no way shape or form am trying to hurt you, or anyone that is suffering! :) This is a work of fiction and I can assure you I'm making all of this stuff up as I go...

Anyways enough of my blabbering... Enjoy!!! :)

~Harry's P.O.V.~

"What?!" I yelled, my face burning up, anger raging through my veins, "You let her get this way?! HOW COULD YOU?!"

"Calm down Sir, you're making her cry." confronted the nurse, placing a hand on my shoulder, I flipped it off immediately, staring at her angrily.

"Harry, please stop."

~Julia's P.O.V.~

I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. I hated it when he got so angry, and it was all my fault too. Harry walked towards me and grabbed my hand, tears welling in his eyes, hands shaking.

"I'm sorry." he spoke softly, voice cracking slightly from the overwhelming sadness I'd brought him, "Promise me you'll stop cutting Julia, please just promise me."

I shook my head, crying silently into his shoulder as he held onto me tightly.

"Why, not even for me, JuJu?" he breathed, "Can you try Julia? At least try? Throw out the razors and try your hardest? Anything JuJu, anything please."

Sobbing into his chest, I managed to nod and pull the smallest and weakest of smiles just for him, my love, "I promise."

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"Now, Julia, how long have you been feeling this way?" spoke my therapist, hands in lap and face blank with no expression or emotion.

"About a year and a half now." I said in a hushed tone, scared that someone else would hear.

"And do you know how this may have came about? The depression and self harming?"

I shook my head and sat thinking for a minute, brain screaming thousands of possible things to say.

"It's all my body image really." I whispered, finally managing to find the most honest answer, clearing my throat slightly after I'd finished talking.

"When did you first start self harming?"

"When I first started feeling the depression properly, so about a half a year ago."

"Can you describe how you feel, on a normal day."

"Fat, ugly, hopeless, disgusting." I muttered, shivering with nerves.

I'd never been very conversational with my feelings or subjects that were generally a no-go, something that I shy away from.

"Can you show me these cuts?" the therapist said loudly, his eyes flicking up from the clipboard full of scribbled writing, I froze immediately. I wanted to scream at him, no. He couldn't see them,

"Julia, can I see your cuts now, please?"

I was hesitant to but I knew he wouldn't leave me alone if I didn't, I was also in danger of bursting into another breakdown if I carried on any longer. Slowly, I grabbed hold of my left sleeve and lifted it up slowly, feeling the tickle of the cuff brush over the scars and fresh cuts, I pulled it up to above my elbow where I let the sleeve rest. He observed my arm, holding onto my wrist and turning my arm, observing it before resting it back onto the armrest and scribbling down at least half a page full of writing onto the other side of the paper, suddenly he spoke.

"You know these scars won't fade? Nor will they tan in the summer. This is more serious than I thought Julia, you need immediate help."

~Harry's P.O.V.~

"I love her so much Niall." I said through the phone.

Niall always understood love so much better than all of the other boys, except Liam who was equally as knowledgeable.

"Look mate, if you believe in her, and she believes in you, then you'll both get through this. If anything this experience will make your relationship stronger." he spoke confidently, just as I expected him to be.

"But Niall, her arms will be covered in scars for our wedding."

"And? Does it matter if her arms have scars? Harry, she didn't want all this to happen."

"I know, but..." I sighed, he didn't understand what I was trying to say,

"But what Harry? You love her for Gods sake. You'll love her no matter what and she needs your support at a time like this. She always talks to me Harry, she always talks to you. Don't you even get it? She wants you to help her, she wants all of us to help her."

"Okay Niall." I nodded even though he couldn't see me, "Thanks. You're such a good friend for doing this you know." I added.

"Naah, it's what friends are for."

"But really, it's three in the morning, thank you."

"It's really no problem, bye now mate."

"Night Nialler."