~Natalie's P.O.V~
I grab my keys and head out to my car. I know where Harry went, to his flat. I drive a few miles per hour over the speed limit, but luckily no one notices.
"Harry?" I shout, opening the door to his flat and walking in. He's not in the living room or the kitchen.
"Leave me alone." He mumbles from his room.
I knock on the door frame. He holds up his hand, motioning me to lay down with him. I crawl onto his bed and lay down next to him, my head on his chest.
"Am I really a monster?" He whimpers.
"Well, yes, but you're my monster." I respond, tucking a few curls out of his face.
"I feel horrible. Was I really that bad? So bad, that you had to cut yourself?"
"Yeah I guess.."
"You have no idea how horrible that makes me feel."
"Well, it's over now, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Natalie?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you.."
"I love you too..."
The rest of the afternoon is spent in silent cuddling. Harry's phone rings.
"Hello?" He says.
I can hear a man's voice, and he sounds angry.
Harry's eyes widen.
"Who is it?" I whisper.
He hangs it up. "I-I need to go somewhere. Come on."
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