I walk into class and sit down. The teacher starts babbling about stupid thing and I just doze off in my own thoughts.
Should I tell Harry what really happened?
Should I tell him about my mom?
Should I tell him about my dad?
Can I trust Harry?
Of course I can. I just got to be brave enough to do it.
"Skye? Skye?" The teacher was calling my name.
"Yes, Mr. Peterson?"
"I said, Who was the first president of the U.S.?"
Ugh I hate American questions...
I don't hate Americans, I'm just not very good at American history.
"Um... Abraham Lincoln?"
"Incorrect, the answer was George Washington."
Close enough.
Back to my thoughts...
How would I tell him?
I don't know.
When would I tell him?
I don't know.
Where would I tell him?
I don't know.
Too many questions in my head.
But I need to tell him.
Very very soon.
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The day is over finally.
I met up with Harry and walked to his house.
When we got there, we both went straight to his room.
"Harry?" I asked.
"Yeah, babe?"
"I can trust you with ANYTHING right?"
"Of course! Is there something wrong?"
"Well, yes. I know this will sound bad at first but you need to let me explain."
He nodded for me to go on.
"Um, I lied about a lot of things."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me start from the beginning. When I was six years old, my mum was diagnosed with Leukemic cancer. When I was 8, she... uh... passed on. After my mums death, my father would often be drunk, mad, or both. Most of the time he would beat me. I told you it was football accidents. When he died, I actually did care because he was still my father and I know somewhere deep down I still love him."
By now the tears were streaming down my face.
"W-Why didn't you tell me about this?" he asked. he sounded... tensed.
"I don't know.. it was stupid not too."
"Of course it was stupid! I could've helped you! Why would you let him keep doing that to you? You are so dumb sometimes."
What? Why did he just say that?
"I'm dumb? Wow... I guess you actually don't think of me as what you say." I got up and walked out of his room downstairs. I open the door and walk out.
"No, Skye, please I'm sorry!" he said.
"Doesn't seem like it!" I yelled back.
I walked down the road and Harry didn't follow because he knows his distance.
When I got to te corner I called Louis. he was the only one I could call...
"Louis?"
"Hey, Skye, what's up?"
"Um I know we have only known eachother for a bit but can I stay at your place for a while? Me and Harry kind of got into a fight."
"Definately! Is everything okay?"
"Not really."
"Well I won't make you feel worse by asking you about it. I will pick you up in a few! where are you exactly."
"I'm at the corner of Mapleton and Yorkshire."
"Ok! be there as soon as possible."
"Thanks, Lou! youre the best."
"No problem. Seeya soon."
"Alright bye."
I hung up the phone.
A few minutes later, Louis came and picked me up.
Harry's POV
What have i done?
Why did I snap at her like that?
I screw everything up...
I can't believe I did that.
I lost her...
I went back into my house and went to my room.
I saw a notebook open on my bed that wasn't mine. I open it to a random page an read what's on it.
I guess it's a... poem?
I read what the poem says.
"She paints a pretty picture
But this picture has a twist.
Her razor is her paintbrush
And her canvass is her wrist.
She paints a pretty picture
In a color that's blood red
Whilst using her sharp paintbrush
She ends up finally dead.
Her pretty pictures fading
Quite slowly on her arm
The blood is not racing through her
She can no longer do harm.
She painted a pretty picture.
But this picture had a twist.
You see, her mind was her razor,
And her heart was her wrist."
Oh my God.
That was the most beautiful thing yI have ever read.
It was also the saddest.
Skye wrote that...
The funny thing is, is that I said to myself that because Alex got arrested, she wouldn't get hurt anymore.
Plus, that cop told me to protect her with all I had.
I broke two promises.
I fucked up. bad.
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Hey
I have a surprise coming up
I saw This Is Us today!
So many carrots...
Anyway
Love ya:)
Maddie<3
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Why Did You Save Me? (A Harry Styles Fanfic)
FanfictionSkye Porter is a 17 year-old girl who is a firm believer in God, and lives in Cheshire, England. Her mom died when she was 8 years old to Leukemic cancer, and she believes that God took her mother's life because God needed another angel in Heaven. S...