Inked {Harry Styles}

6

It's pretty late, so I decide to go upstairs and get ready for bed.

I step into the bathroom and examine myself from every angle possible.

I hate mirrors.

Why were they ever created?

Not everyone wants to look at their shitty reflection. At least not me.

I don't want to be reminded of my dull hair and boring grey eyes. Not my boobs or bum. My legs touch, my stomach and arms aren't even close to toned.

I'm just.. Dull.

"Why isn't Harry mortified to be seen with me?"

I whisper, rubbing and pinching my stomach.

Harry.

Why do I always think of him?

He's one of those popular frat boys and I'm just.. me.

Nothing is to be gained from me and Harry.

Just heartbreak.

I know it will end up happening, it always does.

Countless times I've been humiliated by boys.

With out thinking of me and Harrys talk we had earlier, I grab one of my many razors from a hidden drawer.

This razor holds so many memories. It's my only outlet.

It keeps my secrets that no one else would care to remember if I told them.

I look up and down my arms trying to find an open space for a new cut.

As I begin to press down on my skin, the door creeks open.

I drop my blade as my face flushes pale.

"Alex?" Harry's face instantly fills with worry.

I cover my face, preparing myself for Harry to scream.

"Alex?" He whispers again, softer than the first time.

I sniff and start to breathe heavy.

Harry slowly lowers down to me, lying on the floor.

He examines my arm, a guilty vibe about him.

He mutters some curse words at himself before dropping my arm and walking over to the drawer where my blades hide.

I never thought anyone would find them.

With a bang he rips the drawer open, revealing dozens of razors.

"See this?" He shakes the box of them.

I nod.

"Gone." He voice cracks.

Harry swiftly opens the box and pours the razors into the toilet, finishing up with a flush.

"What did we just talk about?" He whispers, crouching back down to my level.

I sniff, and shrug my shoulders like a young child.

"Al.."

Harry adjusts himself so I'm sitting I between his spread legs, my back facing him.

I let my hair fall in front of my face as Harry rubs my shoulders.

A tear falls on top of my head, as I realize I made Harry cry.

Great.

I fuck things up.

"What is it going to take to get you to realize, I care?"

I give myself time to process what he just said.

Butterflies filled my stomach for the first time in years.

He cares.

Or at least that's what he tells me.

My breathing calms as Harry rubs circles into my arms.

"Harry?" I whisper.

"Hmm?" He hums, I can tell he's smiling without even looking now.

"I'm sorry.."

"Stop it.." He kisses the back of my neck softly.

"W - why did you come back?"

"You left your jacket.." He chuckles.

"Oh.."

"Now, Alex," Harry spins me around to face him.

"If I go home.."

"No please don't," I quickly shake my head, tears forming in my eyes.

"I'm here, Al, I'm here." He pulls me into a warm hug, we physically couldn't get closer.

"It's late, love." Harry releases me a bit, kissing me on the nose, making my blush grow deeper.

I fall back into Harrys chest as he picks me up bridal style, carrying me out of the bathroom.

He undoes the sheets with one hand, holding me in the other.

Harry gently lays me down and begins to lay down on the floor.

"No.." I shake my head, grabbing his arm.

He gets the hint, and climbs under the covers, taking his black tee short off.

He pulls me close to him, his warm breath on the back of my neck relaxing me.

Harry kisses my head, wrapping his strong arms around my small torso.

"Goodnight." I feel him smiling again,

Witch this time, made me smile as well.