Flaws || h.s.

Chapter Eleven

a/n: sorry it took so long, hope you enjoyyy. xoxoxo

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Harry's extended family and friends were waiting for us when we finally pulled up his driveway.

"Surprise!" They all shouted, jumping out as soon as we opened the door and flicked on the light.

Harry laughed, his hand still in mine. "What a surprise!"

This was chillingly similar to the party. And by the party, I mean THE party. The party that started it all. Harry's and my relationship. My spilling everything to him. The party before I attempted to kill myself. The funny thing is, Harry wasn't the first person to know about my self harm. It was actually Zayn. Zayn and I kissed, everything got awkward, and I told Harry about everything. No, not the kiss.

After Harry and I got food, he spoke and laughed with his relatives and friends from home, I caught up with my mum for a bit then went outside for some air and called Leah.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey, it's me, we're home," I said as I sat down on the front porch step, pulling my sweatshirt sleeves down over my hands.

"Hey, what's up?" Leah asked. She sounded tired and distracted.

"I was just calling to see if you're alright. Thought maybe you'd like to get something to eat tomorrow?" If we were going to hang out, I was going to make sure she ate something. Who knows when the last time she ate was?

There was a long pause, to the point where I wondered if she'd hung up on me. "I can't tomorrow," Leah said after a while.

"Fine. The day after then? We should hang out before spring break is over," I tried to sound nonchalant, not like I was worried sick about her, which I was.

"I'm busy, Beth." Leah muttered. "I have to go."

"Okay," I sighed. "Bye."

Leah hung up without saying goodbye. Why was she acting so strange? She sounded off, tired. Maybe even exhausted. I hoped she didn't do anything stupid. If she did, I'd never forgive myself for not trying harder to help her.

My thoughts were interrupted by a shoulder rubbing against mine as someone sat down. "What are doing out here alone?" Harry asked, his arm easily pulling me closer as his voice broke the silence of the quiet, private street. The stars alone lit the light polution free sky, nothing like Paris. His lips tickled my ear as he held me close, and he smelled like he always did: Armani aftershave with a random hint of Vanilla.

"Just getting some air," I breathed. "You know, thinking."

"What are you thinking about?" Harry looked up at the sky.

"I'm really worried about Leah," I ran my hands through my hair.

"Who's Leah?" Harry asked.

"My friend from school. She's in the same therapy group as me. We sort of check up on each other," I shook my head.

"Is she alright?" He turned towards me, pulling his bare feet under him.

I wasn't sure how to answer that to say the least. "I don't know."

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I slept in my own bed for the first time in a week, Harry in his own for the first time in six months. I was glad to be home, and I think Harry was too. I had dance early the next morning, and I was beyond ecstatic to be getting back to doing what I really loved. My mum was home when I came inside, sweaty but thoroughly relaxed. I'd temporarily forgotten about the whole Leah situation as I pulled a water bottle out of the fridge.