~Natalie's P.O.V~
Harry raises his arms in surrender. "Look. I'm not going to hurt her anymore," Harry says, putting his arm over my shoulder. Louis' face drops a bit, but his piercing blue eyes stay locked on Harry's green ones.
"Do you know what you've done to her? You've damaged her. Natalie, raise your arm." Louis says.
"But Louis-"
"Just do it!"
I raise my arm, revealing the cuts on my forearm. I remember wanting to try out for the volleyball team in school, but I couldn't because everyone would point at my arms and call me a freak.
"See? See what you've done?" Louis growls, pointing at my scars.
Harry's eyes fade when he sees my scars. "N-Natalie..." He whispers.
"Harry, it's nothing."
"I've.. I've damaged you. I'm a monster." He says, backing away from me with tears threatening to overflow.
"No, Harry-"
"I-I need to go." He says, grabbing his keys and quickly leaving.
I turn to Louis. I walk up to him, and swing my arm across his face, slapping him.
His expression turns from angry to shocked. "I hope you're happy." I spat, and walk away.
