Riley's POV:
Freaking Harry.
I'm didn't want to take this damn sweatshirt off.
He pulled it off. Horrified, I crossed my arms, hiding the cuts.
He slowly walked over to me, pulling my arms out from the position crossed on my chest.
He traced the deep red lines on my pale arms. Some were light pink, others were bright red and still bloody from when I cut them a few hours ago.
"You cut?" He whispered. I would be happier if he yelled at me instead.
I meakly nodded my head.
He grabbed me in a hug, tightly squeezing me to him broad chest.
"I love you. Don't ever scare me like this again, okay? And don't let the paps see them," he said, speaking of my cuts and if they were people. "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up." He said to me, his green eyes duller than before.
He led me to the bathroom, taking tissues and gently wiping down the cuts.
He applied bandages to my arms, all in silence. It made me nervous.
After he was done, I hugged him.
"I love you."
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Lovin' Styles
FanficRiley Wynter is a normal girl. Dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a curious nature (plus some sassy remarks across the way). Her family encourages her to try out for X Factor - and surprisingly, she makes it. While she is in this competition...
