Philophobia (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter Eight

Everytime I close my eyes, its like a dark paradise.

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Tears were now rolling down onto my cheeks as I stared down at my wrist that was laying on the kitchen counter. My little droplets of blood gushing out of my skin. My wrist was now burning as Louis went up to fetch the first aid kit. My wrist was indeed in pain. I was weakening by this. 

I hope Jenna rots in hell. Harry too. If it weren't for him I wouldn't be in this position right now. I would probably be in school finishing my semester. 

Why did Harry had to come back and ruin it all for me. Everything was perfectly fine without him. I din't needed him then and I certainly din't right now.

I felt someone presence coming nearer but nevertheless I din't raise my head up to see who it was. I was to upset and embarrassed to do so. My gaze still on my wrist as I felt his warm touch. "Let me see it" I heard Harry's husky voice sending shivers to run down my spine as he gently whipped my tears away from my cheek with his thumb.

"No, it hurts" I stubbornly replied now trying to move as far away from him as possible.

As I backed away my back was now pressed to the counter. I flickered my gaze up to his as he stared down at me with a frown on his lip. 

I din't wanted to upset him, I din't like seeing him this way. It shattered my heart seeing him look so hurt. But it was what I had to do to prove to him that I din't care about him. But I knew I failed miserably as I stared up at him with sympathy evidently showing in my eyes. 

Luckily Louis came in rushing with the first aid kit but he stopped as soon as he saw Harry and I. "Here" Louis spoke to Harry as he pushed the first aid kit in his hands.

Harry nodded as he turned around his back now facing me. "Lou, call Liam for me I need him to check her wrist for me" he spoke to Louis as Harry's back muscles retracted from his movement and his back muscles were on full display. 

He was proper fit. Oh my god. Milly control yourself, this isn't the time for this.

I shook my head as I stared up at Louis who was now nodding his head "I'm on it" he assured as he walked away from the kitchen, now leaving Harry and I all alone.

Harry turned back around so he was now facing me. I felt his intense glare at the side of my face as I stared down at my wrist. "Come here" he said.

I shook my head slowly, now bitting my lips as I looked down at my wrist then back up at to him uneasily. My eyes were now narrowed on his as I felt the beat of my heart suddenly pounding in a fast pace in my chest as I stared at his eyes that showed sympathy in them.

As silence took place, are eyes boring into each other he suddenly raised his eyebrows. "C'mon Milly" he cooed as I stared at him as he took a step closer to me and I could feel his eyes glaring back at me intensely.

The pain was to much for me. I breathed heavily as I felt another tear drop rolling down onto my cheek. "Y-you m-might m-make it worse." I stuttered now looking into his eyes.

"I promise you that's far from what I want Milly." He said looking at me with pure honesty in his eyes.

Should I trust him? Or is this another one of his trap?

"Please" he whispered as he stared down at me with those lovely green mesmerizing eyes of his that made my knees weak. One simple word from him would get him what he wanted. I obeyed him as he wished, it wasn't because I was scared it was the way he spoke to me with such emotion that got the best out of me. And so I let him touch me, I let him gently grab my wrist in his rough large hands and tend to my need.