I wake up from the movement of Harry. I was leaning on his shoulder. We are both on the living room couch and he is sitting to the left of me. my face feels all dry. Its from all the makeup that ran all down my face from the tears.
I check my phone. I got a text from my mom that states, "going out with some friends from work. Wont be home till late."
The memories flood back. School, running home crying, the cutting.
Its dark in my house. The only thing giving off light is the TV that is on. I look up at Harry.
"Hey." He says quietly, muting the TV.
"What time is it?" I ask.
"Almost midnight."
My eyes widen. "But wait why-"
"Its okay. It's Friday night. I have no where to be." He says reassuringly.
"Why are you doing all this?" I ask curiously.
"Well," Harry says chuckling, "Zayns an ass."
"Well pointing out the obvious aren't we?" I laugh. "I mean like, helping me. No one has ever done it before... And you out of all the people..." I say.
I stare at Harry for a response. He speaks up.
"Because i was sick of watching it. Always just ignoring what Zayn does to people. Its wrong, Don't you see that? Listen. I used to be bullied. No one helped me. So i need to help you."
I take a minute and take in what he said. "Well... thank you."
Harry looks at the floor while i pick at my finger nails. Harry sighs and looks back up to me.
"I will always be there for you, Katlyn. I am here if you need someone to talk to." He takes a piece of paper and takes my hand he puts the paper in my hand and closes it. I look up at him.
"Promise." I say softly, barely a whisper.
"What?" Harry said.
"Promise. Promise to me," i say, eyes watering, "that you'll always be there. That you won't be like the others." I say, and look up.
"Promise." Harry says, staring at me. Then both of our heads shoot up. We hear a car pull up in the drive way.
"My mom- you have to go!" I say and get up out of my seat on the couch. I run to the back door and open it.
"Please come to school on monday." Harry says looking at my face.
I sigh. "I'll think about it."
"Remember," Harry replies, "i promise."
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FanfictionPeople always say they promise. Promise this, i promise that- but they never mean it, and they find ways to screw up the entire meaning behind it. Then you came along and said it, and my entire world fell apart because i knew one day you were going...
