My New Life

Chapter 6 (Harm.)

Harry's P.O.V.

"Charity?" I lightly shook her awake to get her out of the slumber.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I guess I must have taken a nap. Please forgive me." She said sounding like she made a mistake.

"It's fine. After all that you needed a break. Speaking of which, sorry about your sweater..." I just couldn't help but notice the big brown stain all down the front.

"It's not your fault."

"Are you cold? Your shirt must be wet. I'd get you a new one but your door is locked." I wanted to give her mine not only to be shirtless, which is always lovely, but because I think that would be the noble thing to do.

Charity started sitting up when she was yawning while saying, "It's okay I'll just get one from Jared's room." I could tell from the look in her eyes that she needed some more time to relax.

"Sshh. Don't get up. I know you're still tired." I am not letting her ruin my plan of being noble.

"But, ho-" I started unbuttoning my shirt, she paused and just stared at my stomach.

"You can use mine, here." I handed her my plaid button-up shirt. "Now change into this. And I'll turn around for you."

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Charity's P.O.V.

I'm glad Harry was lending me his shirt to change into. I could smell his masculine cologne on it as he handed it to me. I saw his tattoos and his abs look better than they have ever been in a photo. He then turned around as I was taking off my shirt. He is so freaking sexy!

"You can turn around now." He was standing in the corner with his hands on his face and it looked like he was counting for hide-and-seek.

He turned around with the shirt almost completely buttoned but just low enough to see that I was badly burnt by the water. I could still feel the warm sensation on my chest. Harry got close to me and stuck his hand in between my neck and my chest, right on the burn. He lightly touched it though so it wouldn't be painful. "Is that from the coffee?"

"Yeah."

"You better go lay down some more... I'll go run to the pharmacy and get you something for the burn."

"Okay, I'll pay you back later." Harry then left and I drifted off into sleep on the couch again.

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Harry's P.O.V.

"Charity?" I walked into the house to see her sleeping on the couch. She was still shaking though, but I thought it was because she was cold. I couldn't wake her up to give her the medicine yet.

I heard her phone rang. It played Macho Man for the ring tone. It was going to wake her up so I got closer to answer the phone for her. That's when I saw them. The shirt had slipped up just above her hips and I saw old scars from cutting, and some new just still red. I can't believe someone would treat her so badly that she would do this to herself. But the phone was still ringing so I had to pick up. It was someone with the contact name as "Ali The Bae".

"Hello?" I didn't know what to expect.

"Charity, please, Please, PLEASE! Tell me that you started eating again? I don't want you to starve like last time! Just ignore what those 'bozos' say. You look beautiful. And also please say you’re not cutting again. You texted me an hour ago saying 'It's gotten worse.' And last time that happened you were cutting. Please tell me that's not true."

I couldn't believe what Ali said. Is it true that she really had starving herself? Is that why she was shaking? "Ali, this is not Charity. This is her close friend Harry. Has she really been starving herself? For how long? And is there a way I can make her feel better?"

"Oh... Well she has, for about a week now. And she loves singing... She just doesn't sing in front of people, even though she is amazing. Anything music related she will love. OH! Especially anything One Direction related. If you have a good voice and know their songs, sing them to her. She will enjoy that. Playing piano helps her cool off. And dancing... And be cuddled or held, I know that may sound weird but she is as fragile as a baby. And with babies, cuddling helps... a lot."

"Okay. I have to go help her out, thank you so much for what you have done." I than hung up and walked to Charity. I laid down behind her on the couch and put one hand on her hip.

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Charity's P.O.V.

I could feel Harry coming onto the couch. He put his hand on my hip right on my cuts. It was skin on skin. I hope he couldn't tell I cut. He would hate me forever.

"Please don't ever do it again..." Harry whispered in my ear as he pulled me closer. He then started humming lightly Little Things, and after that a song I have never heard of. Harry actually lightly sang this one; I think it was called Diana... The lyrics were so meaningful it made me want to cry.

Just before we both fell asleep he leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then we just fell asleep. But before we fell asleep I just couldn't stop thinking about us. Not just me. Not just him.

Us. As in together.... He seems like he would be the one to flirt with every girl, why would he choose me? And he just brings me peace. Wait. Is he even flirting with me? It seems like it... I know that Harry has seen prettier girls than me, with him though I feel cared for, and comfortable. Why did he even care for me enough to be sassy at Jennifer, lend me HIS shirt, sing to me, and hold me while we sleep? I just went to sleep thinking about all things.

I think I like Harry, a lot... Maybe it's all in my head... Maybe I just like him as always, like I am a Directioner and I automatically love them all.... I just don’t know anymore.

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Harry's P.O.V.

As I sang to her I could feel her stop shaking. I can tell Charity was cold, and she was tense. She warmed with our touch and relaxed. Something about her is different...

Charity is special; I don't know why I have been caring this much about her. Or why I am so comfortable with her. But I love it, I have the idea that me and her need to go on a date. A real date. It won't be for a while.

 And since Charity is a fan... I must introduce her to the boys. All of them, and she needs to be friends with all of them. She deserves more than she is getting.