That one girl

3. Scars sweet scars

The rest of the day was hectic, but I stayed by Harry's side. Harry is in all of my classes. When I got home I told mom everything, she laughed at me.

"Hahah, you and boys, Elysia," mom laughed.

I shot her daggers,"not funny. Harry is pretty sweet, but he's a major dick!"

Mom snorted then walked off into the living room.

I snorted myself and then went into my bedroom. I fell onto my bed and rubbed my eyes. My phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey," Harry said from the other end.

"How did you..?" I asked.

"Don't worry about that. I'm coming over to yours. I'll see you soon," Harry said hanging up.

I pressed 'End' and I sat there confused as ever. Wondering how he got my number, or how he knows where I live. I sat there, for another 5 minutes. But then I got up, I put a bit more makeup on, and I sprayed some deodorant and some perfume. I brushed my hair, and my palms started to sweat. The doorbell rang, I ran down the hallway to the front door, but mom already had it.

"Hello," Harry greeted my mother with a kind smile.

"Hi, who are you looking for?" My mom asked kindly.

"Oh, aha, I'm after Elysia," he said.

I walked around from the corner and faced Harry.

I glared at him, and I was pretty sure my nose was flaring too.

"Hey, Lys," he smiled at me. My heart fluttered and my palms started to sweat more. That stupid smile.

"Hi," I muttered. I walked outside to him, and I closed the door, well, first I pushed my mom in then closed the door.

"Let's walk," I insisted walking down the pathway to a park, Harry followed.

"Why did we walk?" Harry asked grabbing my hand. Again.

"So my annoying mom doesn't hear anything. But when I go back home, she needs to hear every detail," I sighed.

"Tell her I fucked you in front of all the kids on the swing," he winked and walked to swing set. He patted the swing for me to come and sit on.

So I walked over and sat on the swing, he pushed my back and I started to swing.

He pushed, then I started to do it myself. I love the way it was pulsing through my hair, and making flutter all around me. My long black hair.

I laughed, I smiled. I never felt so free, but then I realised its just a swing and it's not going to take me anywhere.

"Enjoying it?" Harry asked.

I nodded and laughed. I stopped pushing my legs out, when the swing stopped I got up and hugged Harry.

"I knew you were going to come around," he laughed, I laughed along with him.

After we stopped laughing, we just stood there hugging and enjoying each others company.

"Lys, why do you keep playing hard to get?" Harry muttered.

"Because.. I got fucked around by my last one.. And I just didn't want to be let down again," I admitted opening up.

"You have to trust yourself, don't let yourself drown in your own regret and depression," Harry said, his voice vibrating against my head.

"I drown all the time, no matter what situation it is, it's so stupid. I never feel happy, and if I do. It's short lifted," I sighed and pulled out of Harry's arms.

I sat on my bed taking selfies, because of course, I'm a Tumblr girl. As everyone loves to call me that. My mom knocked on my, she walked in and she look stressed from work.

"Hey, sweetie," mom said.

"Hi, mom," I said smiling putting my phone on charge.

"How are you feeling at the moment, sweetie?" Mom asked me.

"I'm feeling good. How about you?" I asked smiling.

"Never mind me. Have you been hurting yourself again?" Mom asked gulping. I pulled up my sleeves to show my white puffy scars all the way up my arms. Not one single fresh one was on me.

"Good girl. How about your legs and stomach?" I pulled up my hoodie to ahoy my belly, white and purple scars were there but no fresh ones, I pulled down my jeans to show her my thighs, puffy white, purple and pink scars were there, but untouched by a fresh one.

"You're really trying, aren't you?" Mom asked pulling me into a tight hug.

"Of course, ma. I don't want to do I anymore," I admitted, hugging her back. I let go of her, and fixed my lob black hair.

"I'm going to bed now, I'll see you in the morning," I said to mom. I got under the quilts and mom kissed my forehead.

She got up, and when she reached the door she spoke.

"It's okay to feel alone. I just don't want you to feel abandoned," mom said before closing my door.

I laid there for a while thinking about what mom said. My phone beeped from a text.

[harry] hey, wanna chill with me @ school tomorrow?

[me] as if I wouldn't. You're amazing and I love talking to you. But don't be a dick.

[harry] haha. Goodnight, Lys xx

[me] night hazza xx (:

I turned off my phone and fell straight to sleep.

I was awoken by mom opening my curtains.

"Ah, the sunlight!" I shrieked.

"Oh, grow up, Lys. You're not a vampire anymore," mom rolled her eyes and laughed.

When I was little I always imagined myself as a vampire, and I use to act around sucking people's blood.

"Ah," I sighed rubbing my eyes.

Mom walked out closing the door to give me privacy.

I got out of bed, I pulled on some denim short shorts with ruffly edges, I put on a OBEY singlet top, then I put on my YMCMB hoodie, I also put on my white converse. I walked into my bathroom, I put on one layer of foundation, mascara, eyeliner and a little bit of rogue. I brushed my hair and straightened it.

I walked back into my room, made my bed and grabbed my shoulder bag, that I had yesterday. I closed my door and walked out into the kitchen, I got some breakfast, then Harry rang the doorbell and we started walking.

"So, how are you?" Harry asked, while we walked past the park we were at yesterday.

"I'm okay, ahah. How about you?" I asked back.

"Meh, I'm alright," then Harry did the least expected and tickled me, he went to tickle me under my armpits, my hoodie sleeve lifted up, and showed my white scary scars. Harry noticed them, stopped tickling me, and stared at them and back at me.

"Why?" He asked gazing at them.

"I was cutting before my sister died. I've been cutting since I was 12, and I'm 16 now. So, 4 years," I shrugged.

"Don't act like its not a big deal," harry rose his voice.

"Oh my god! It isn't!" I snapped.

"It really is," his voice went soft again.

We stood there in silence staring at them.

He touched them.

"You're still beautiful. I will never change my feelings because of those," he said stroking them.

I looked into his light green eyes, and I think I found myself in his future.