Melanie's P.O.V.
It was nearing 2:00 AM here as I sat on the hotel bed watching The Notebook scrolling through tumblr. Nothing in particular was catching my eye until I saw a picture of Harry and a blond.
"No no no no no no" I repeated as I went to the click-through website.
The Header read: Harry Styles out for a night of fun with model Sophie Watson
My eyes started to moisten. I tried to remind myself that it's probably just an old picture but I read the description.
"British heartthrob from the boy band One Direction was seen out with Sophie Watson at night club. They stopped for a couple cameras before the two headed into their van and went back to Harry's hotel."
I looked at the picture again. Harry's arm was snaked around her holding a firm grip on her skinny stomach. They were both smiling happily and looked like an actual couple.
"This can't be happening" I cried into my hands. Why would Harry choose me over this gorgeous, skinny, happy, supermodel?
I looked on my nightstand where the phone was sat before dialing room service.
"Room service" I opened the door as the older woman wheeled in a cart full of alcohol.
This is the only way to forget about my problems. I opened on bottle and sat on the floor crying.
After three bottles I realized that the liquor wasn't going to be enough. My brain suddenly clicked when I went to my suitcase and found my razors.
Harry's voice kept repeating itself in my head. "If you ever think about doing it again, just think of me. Call me, okay? I'll answer your call whenever."
"Don't want to interrupt your night with Sophie" I laughed aloud with my thoughts.
I looked down at the blade I was fiddling with between my fingers.
"Have you missed me?" I asked the dull piece of metal.
After taking another swig out of the bottle I drew the blade across my skin. I watched as the blood trickled out. The pain went away for that split second. I felt as if this is how to make the pain go away. Cut after cut. Bottle after bottle. I was in my own little world.
Harry's P.O.V.
Since today is our off day, I got to sleep in. The moment I sat up, all of last night's memories flooded through me. I rushed to turn the TV on praying that it wasn't all over the news. Surely, it was.
"Harry Styles caught out with new model girlfriend" flashed across the screen as pictures from last night were displayed.
"Fuck" I ran to my phone dialing Melanie's number. When I got sent to voice mail the worst thoughts started to go through my mind.
If I was the one who got her to stop cutting, I could be the one to get her to start cutting again.
But, I told her to call me if she ever gets the urge.
Why would she call me if I was the one that hurt her?
My mind was spiraling out of control.
