Cuts

Ch 7. Am I Forgiven?

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Chapter 7 - Am I Forgiven?

Harry's POV

"How could you do that?" She cried, poking in my chest with her index finger. "How?"

"I didn't mean to.." I stammered. I don't know how to handle this.

It wasn't anything like what she was saying. Zayn told me he wanted to meet Steph and take her out. And I just helped him as a friend. And now by hearing what all he did to her, I don't think she'll ever talk to me again, I know I caused it. But I didn't know what intentions Zayn had.

"I'm so done with you." She headed for the door of her house again but I stopped her by pulling her by her wrist. I don't know why I did that, its like happened on its own but I wanted her to know that I was sorry.

"I'm sorry." A tear rolled down her face. "I'm really am sorry."

"Leave me." Her voice cracked. "I don't even know why I trusted you. I just met you in the morning.. by accident.. and then.." She trusted me? "Just let me go."

"I'm not going anywhere." I said.

"Do what you want." Her face and voice was emotionless, still tears streamed down constantly making her makeup smudge more. And to be honest she didn't look disgusting, I once made Jennifer cry and her makeup smudged she looked pathetic and I laughed at her.

"Atleast listen to what I have to say." I said, and she stared at me, blankly.

"I don't want to listen to anything you want to say. What the hell would you take to let go of me?"

Ouch.

I left her wrist and she walked inside, slamming the door behind her loudly.

"Fuck." I groaned.

What the fuck do I do now? I know I messed up with her. I shouldn't have set up the blind date up in the first place only.

Okay.. so the only thing left to do is to message her everything. I know she wouldn't pick up her phone if I called her.

I don't even why I want to apologize to her but I just know I have to and I will.

Stephie's POV

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Everything sucks." I groaned, reopening the cuts on my wrist and adding a new one to my collection.

Cutting was becoming more and more frequent with me and to be honest I just liked the way blood slipped out of my body. It was like seeing life being taken away from me. And this was what was happening with me in reality, it was becoming worse as each day passed and I couldn't do anything about it.

I know I can never trust anyone now. The person that I thought I could blindly trust just shattered all the faith I had into pieces.

I jumped when my phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling me out of my depression world.

I washed the major of the blood away and came back to my room. I need to clean it. It's all to messed up, just like my life.

Stop comparing.

I unlocked my phone. It was from Harry.

"Okay.." I breathed and opened the message.

From: Harry Styles

Received at: 6.41 PM

I'm sorry if I did something wrong. I didn't mean to. Zayn told me that he wanted to take you out. I didn't know what his intentions were. I already fixed him. He is not going to say anything to anyone. I swear.