Skinny Love (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter six- Unknown number

My limbs felt stiff as i pull myself from the pillow, clenching my jaw at the familiar pain coming from my for arms. Sliding them through the sheets, releasing my body to the cold air surrounding my room, i remembered everything. I remembered sitting on the floor, i remembered the pain, i remembered the feeling, i remembered the tears that still stained my face, i remembered the betrayal of my so called best friend. I wanted to forget but how could i with these raging cuts that were placed on my arms, fresh soon to be scars. 

Forcing myself to the bathroom, i stumbled at every step, i was weak, hungry, tired, and broken. Closing the door behind me and fastening the lock i began to undress, more cuts appearing out the corner of my eye. Breathing the air through my clenched jaw, the cold seeped through my scars causing extreme pain and regret. Clenching my fists i sat at the bottom of the shower compartment, the water slowly falling, every drop causing the stinging sensation to build, growing more painful by the second. Staring at my rib cage, the pain became bearable and soon enough numb like the thoughts in my mind. I was still for almost an hour, thinking about nothing, until i was interrupted. 

"Cassandra, you've been in there a while are you okay?" I forced my body from the ground, my bones creaking, feeling like they were going to disappear and let me fall at any moment. "er yeah, ill be out in er a bit" i replied, with a broken tone, like i had just learnt how to speak. It wasn't believable but i shrugged it off as i heard the footsteps wander down the stairs. I continued my wash and soon enough was out into my bedroom again. The skin on my fingers wrinkled and sore from the water, i rummaged through my drawers to find the bandages. "ahh" the sound seeped and my hand grasped the box of bandages. I sat at the end of my bed and wrapped them around my forearms, squinting and clenching every now and then. holding my towel with one and opening the curtains with the other, seeing the sun peek through the more i pulled it across i immediately regretted the cuts, everyone walking past in t.shirts. "shit" i ran to my closet hoping i could find my long sleeved jumper that was thin so my bandages wouldn't show, to my luck it was staring me in the face. I pulled a pair of lazy shorts on and as much as i bared the thought of my legs being visible to the air, i couldn't have my mum questioning me and my outfit choices. Pushing my hair back with a scrunchy i spotted my phone flashing on the floor.

I ignored it and then again it flashed forcefully trying to get my attention, i followed the light and picked it up and trailed back to my bed, where i drowned my self in my duvet. and blankets, even though it was hot out side, i was freezing. I explored the the multiple notifications on face book, twitter interactions and texts, from people at my school wishing me get well soon messages. '@marycooper34576 tweeted: @Cassie, get well soon we all miss you' Mary cooper the name ran through my mind trying to put a face to the name, but i couldn't. some of these people i had never met before or heard of. But still, nothing from Mollie, i shrugged it off as i spotted  one text message that stood out, Unknown number.

'feeling any better?' the message read, no name to run through my mind, it wast direct like Mary coopers, it was different unlike any other. I needed to put a name to this person. i needed to reply i needed to ask who they were. I sent back a simple reply 'Sorry, i don't have this number saved to my phone, who is this?' it didn't take long before i had a reply, ' Its Harry, i was there that day, your friend not tell you she gave me your number?'

Harry.. The same harry she was telling me before Dr.Foster interrupted us The same harry that walked away before i woke up, the only image i could put to his name was a tall figure. I instantly save the unknown number as harry on my contacts list.

'No she didn't exactly, but thank you for your concern I'm fine' i typed along the keyboard and replied. It was easier for people to believe it like this, I'm  sure if this harry was to see me he would think twice about believing my answer.

'Good, so we can meet up and have a chat or whatever?' 

I didn't know what to think, after i red each word individually. Did a guy ask me to meet up, wait let me re phrase that, did somebody ask to meet with me. Somebody interested in me. I didn't know how to reply to harry but whatever i decided it would be wrong.

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